Smoke

She looks on the passing traffic.
The whizz and the busy honking.
People in their normal pursuits,
Going noisily about their business.
She looked at the milieu,
With mildly curious eyes.
Drawing smoke into her lungs,
Closes her eyes against the sun.
Not feeling its warmth, nor the noise.
For one sublime moment...
As the smoke curls inside her.
She keeps her words locked inside,
Too precious to be shared...
Treasured inside, away from sight.

Hey stranger!
Wont you ask her what they are?

Happiness

I read and see so much that it bleaches my insides,

there is just too much theory and too little soul.

All I want is now lost in the ashes of time.

Grey with ages, floating away like dust,

they crumble on the tips of my fingers,

As I shut the old book with a firm thud.

Only you can hear me through the silence.

In your eyes, I see the reflection of brilliance.

The dipping orange glow of the setting sun,

against your profile, the happy twinkle.

Strange as it seems, I'd find comfort in darkness,

but now you make sunshine so mellow.

And now that I have found you again Happiness,

I promise to never let you go, till death do us part.