Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Joy

Joy was made of carousels
And felt like faded jeans
A natural pearl, free from its shell
She wore her name with ease

I’d known her since I first knew thought
She danced behind my eyes
Captured, without being caught
Of her, I fantasized

Each breath I drew was meant for you
Off you, I drank the morning dew
& now I only see in threes
Of you and me and ecstasy

Each glass I raise is in your name
A thousand toasts, yet you remain
As far away – as happiness
As close to home – as loneliness

Joy & me weren’t meant to be
yet she will haunt me endlessly
& when another takes her place

It’s Joy I’ll feel with each embrace

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