Here happiness lays where happiness lies
Between the shutters of hazy eyes
Between the sun across the fold
In the cafes where tales are told,
And all the smoking stars.
All the lines of sea and grain
All the bobbing boats floating plain
Still their sails they rub the shallow grain,
Hark the gull and gliding bird
Telescope eye has mouse disturbed,
Scampering, he dashes the tinder grass.
Anchors weigh the muscled floor
Crashing they broke the watery door
The gentle lap the washing shore
Strokes the land as always before,
And rides, the giving tide.
All warm the world warms with warming rise.
Beads flow across no longer lined brows
No red cheeks no tempered rows
That moment but a moment in a memory frame
Glowing light dancing flame, two lovers perched above the grain
They spoke, their spoken dreams.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.