If there was an empty canvas in front of me,
And I were to draw happiness, what would it be?
I'd start with blue, calm and wide,
Like the sky or the sea at the morning tide.
But blue is fragile, easily torn,
By the storms that leave the heart forlorn.
Next, I'd add red, the color of fire,
Of passion and life, and deep desire.
But red is warning, danger too,
A reminder of all you could lose.
For when you're happy, each moment you choose
Comes with the fear of what you could lose.
Then I'd add black, deep and still,
A quiet shadow where doubts can fill.
Happiness brings a brighter day,
But darkness lurks, not far away.
I'd mix in green, for hope that grows,
But even hope has highs and lows.
For when joy comes close, so does the fear
That it might fade, or disappear.
And white, at last, a simple frame,
For all the colors we cannot name.
Because when you're happy, joy can bloom,
But shadows wait just beyond the room.
So on this canvas, I'd draw the truth,
Happiness is bright, but frail in youth.
For when you're happy, there's so much to lose,
Each color a choice, each line a bruise.
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Between Notes and Tacenda: The Prose of Life
PoetryIn the spaces between our spoken words and the silence that follows, life unfolds a tapestry woven from the notes we play and the tacenda we carry. For Tina, my anchor in this sea of words.
