Happiness

In the wee small hours of the night,

I count the stars with you by my side,

With burning moon above us in sight,

But I know we’ll never collide.

Even though we are miles apart,

I yearn to be with you greatly;

Yet reality covered me like an art,

And separated us;you and me.

And as my time withers,

I must say what I feel,

I wish you happiness and feathers,

And may your heart be still.

©2010