happiness

my happiness

1. the pearing head of the sun over the horizon
warm fingers reaching mine
wishing to capture so eloquently
perfection
onto this blank page
perspective
running through these veins
only ceasing
when this page
drips in the depth
of my soul
that is the sun
peaking over the horizon
regarded for its beauty

2. taking me by the hand
leading me into a world
that is not my own
without having to leave
these four walls
hiding
from what seems to be
what I can not control
page after page

3. metal clinking
silky smooth
against my fingers
winding into a creation
of my own