Where crystal beads

descend the crown;

snow feeding

springtime’s vision

and

on pine needles,

elk lie down

’til morning sun has risen.

Where time is frozen,

heart content,

the moment —

all I need,

but striving for

my betterment,

preventing stagnancy.

Fire ignites the inky dark sky

flickering flames turn black to gray

my soul is stirred and uplifted

as the sun turns night into day

I love to watch the rising sun

from the windows of our home

or from that mountain above the clouds

where we stood in the morning glow;

or on that beach we'll never forget

where it rose up from the sea

as we stood wrapped in a blanket

hugging on that tiny balcony.

Though ever delighted to watch the dawn

my happiest place will always be

wherever I am...

if you are with me.

My Ideal Happy place.

That's a hard one.

I suppose it would be a place where I wouldn't have to worry about being judged.

A place where I don't have to worry about my anxiety and depression.

A place where my friends don't have to worry about that.

A place where my friends can come and go.

A friend of mine has a concept like that.

I keep trying to make one.

It doesn't matter.

My ideal happy place would have perfect weather, and it would be literally as simple as it gets. That, would be my ideal happy place.

My happy place?

An endless Abyss but filled with colors of Black, White, and Teal.

Ghosts and mythical beings floating and shifting in and out of the Abyss.

Where there is a coliseum and dome of books, a gigantic and endless library filled with every piece of literature, made by the Internet or not.

An endless supply of food and sweets, preferably chocolate.

And a never-ending echo of my favorite songs.

That is my happy place

... but it will never be reality