And we are happy

 

And we are happy

 

 

 

Draped in dreams of liquid tides

Shallow waters cool the breeze

Toes drenched of vast believing

From grassy banks, soft and pure

Ripples of time pass slowly

Blue sky desires paint our thoughts

Soothing sunlight sparkles

Glistening on the surface

A butterfly lands on your shoulder

Attracted by the buttercup in your hair

Happiness touches softly

As you brush its tiny wings

It flutters…as does your beauty

 

“And you are happy”

 

Your smile enchants me

Indigo reflects in your eyes

Skin glowing iridescent

In warmth felt deeply

Beneath this shade tree

I imagine us…always

Sweet lips beckon

Aromatic Jasmine scent

Tingles my senses

Euphoria in this wildflower meadow

Harmonic blooms sway melodically

Nature’s symphonic movements

And as we kiss…my heart sings

 

“And I am happy”

  

We follow an evergreen shrouded path

Sweet pine on feathered branches

Swaying shadows mingle  

Hand in hand we stroll

Lost in each other

Meandering through life’s beauty

Drinking the sunset

In open field wonders

Salmon and grapefruit horizon

Vertical splendor

Breathing twilight’s affection

Escaping the confines of reality

Grasping love…to never let go

 

“And we are happy”

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

Yup,,
I am Happy !
Just try and dare take me away from within this poem.
Touch me not, re write it not. I'm staying right here.
So longeth as I have my pen no one can harm or destroy my world.
So long as I have these crayons the world shall sustain it's magnificence.

I AM THAT.............I Am

[Jack...]

Thanks Connie. I am smiling so much right now because this poem brought you such happiness.

[Cryingkate]

It did indeed.. I wish I had your ability to write such wonderful things.
I strongly beleive in the power of attraction. I have wittnessed it used for positive and negative.

If I could write like you, I would write the world a "Ticket to Heaven"
We are what we eat both physically and Spiritually.
Write Jack ! Don't Stop ! Write us all right thru them Heavenly Gates !

[Jack...]

My friend, you write beautifully. Please do not sell yourself short. You are a fantastic poetess.

[Cryingkate]

Oh Jack I'm not selling myself short, Thank you for the support though.

All writers need inspiration and we need to help each other.
I need you to write and keep feeding me and others that so needed inspiration...
I'll take my turn when you need me ?

[Jack...]

I am alwasy inspired by the other poets on this site and that includes you. We all need each other Connie. Now I'm waiting for the "Ticket to heaven" poem from you.

[Cryingkate]

Well I have a sog I wrote "Tickee to I Am" lol you knew my quotes was a hint.... Hee hee love our mind connection :-) the "Ticket to Heaven" is actually not taken. it's up for grabs... Just don't mention my name less I loose my head again with all the tribute wishes. LOL

[Cryingkate]

song not sog.. Damn I can't see good.. also ticket not tickee,, if you see any other bloopers just overlook :-)

[Jack...]

We will see

[Jack...]

I understood...don't worry, I don't see that well either.

[Cryingkate]

SAy Mikey who can eat anything.... Sye and I had a new pregnancy yesterday it's name is " Love Victim"
But neither of us have time to give it birth.. It's so sad to abort these before birth. It's up for adoption.
any takers welcome ..:-)

[Jack...]

I think I will pass right now. :)

[Cryingkate]

LOl I understand..I get over excited when I see what you can do with words.

[s y e]

Jack wouldn't want or baby Connie.... we will find it a home. :-)

[Cryingkate]

Wow we really impregnated a Poor Little Orphaned "Love Victim"

wow be warned what magical words we say that conjure it's manifestation....

[Cryingkate]

oooooh where else will this lead? we went from Love Victim to orphaned Love Victim hmmmmm what next will materialize?

[Jack...]

Orphaned love victim of the night?

[Cryingkate]

ouch ! What A price.. Love isn't free

[Cryingkate]

BY Dolly Parton :The neon lights of a movie marquee
Says the show today is Love Is Free
And inside a boy and a girl on a date
Their folks are gone away they're gonna stay out late
A little later on in a lover's lane
They park in the dark with their hearts in flames
He says oh baby go along with me
I need you so and love is free

In a simple little room in a Chatanooga home
For girls that need a friend and are all alone
She waits for a letter that never comes
From a boy that won't admit what he's done
She had to leave school cause she couldn't stand the shame
Her daddy said she ruined the family name
Her mama cries herself to sleep at night
That's no way to start a young girl's life

Love isn't free no it ain't free
No matter what they say somebody has to pay for love

In an orphanage home a sad little girl
Six years old and all alone in the world
She knows by now what they never say
That she once had a mom but she gave her away
People come to visit but don't choose Marie
She cries at the door nobody loves me
And somewhere a boy doesn't care at all
That her tear at night stains her little rag doll

Love isn't free no it ain't free
No matter what they say somebody has to pay for love
No matter what they say look who's paying for love

[Lyn Anderson]

Ahh, you know you are a romance scrooge when you see a title that has the word happy in it and hesitate to click ... I did it! For you. Man, here is what I have to say. If I wasn't previously schmoozled and bamboozled with poetry by the one who did me in, I would be totally woozled by your writes. Form, font, style, repetition, all straight to the heart. BUT mine is made of kevlar now, so it bounces right off. LOL love ya! And, I am so using all of the above for a kick a*s bitter poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

I wrote it. Check out Romance Scrooge. I couldn't send a read request. Giving me trouble again.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much you KL. I was wondering, does KL stand for Kitten Love? Just saying. Thanks so much and I read your "bitter" poem...you can't fool me. :)

[Tom]

An enchanting love poem that so eloquently encapsulats the new spring season in all its magnificent glory !

An infectious, colourful poetic rhapsody, in the great Wordsworth tradition, idyllic indeed Jack !

[Jack...]

Thank so very much Tom. I am thrilled you enjoyed my offering today.