Finding HappyLand

Imagine,

Sitting in a rocking chair,

In a rose-bush garden

covered in a foggy mist of fresh fragrances

Watching spirals of rose petals swirl in the air

while the music goes mellow, but rhythm hardens

surrounded by chocolates and edible decadences

such happy place!

Imagine,

bicycling in a large apple vineyard

under the scorch of the sun's heat

being startled by a flash of thunder

and the freshness of cold raindrops

Imagine,

Your hair billowing in the wind

As you gaze above at the fiery skies

meditating by the ocean waves

bleeding out your pain as you tearfully cry

such happy place!

Fire, sparks, emotion

Pictures lying scattered on the floor

Each frame, a window to a broken memory

It cannot be fixed, but it can be escaped from

close your eyes

imagine,

your happy place.