tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

suddenly i'm happy-forty seven

I was crying.
then you took me out;
promising me that everything would be alright.
you held my hand and we strolled on the sand against the sea.
you kissed my cheek,
and the horizon cheered.
along with the air;
the sun;
and the waiting moon.
the clashing sea clapped its hands,
and one moment I knew,
the sulfur clouds hid beneath the undefeating void of cheering horizon; and along it swept away my anger and fears.