This room, this window
With light streaming in through cracks
Hazards a guess at how many shadows I can cast
While I estimate happiness
For the week
It seems wrong to ration it
Happiness can be created out of nothing but wishing
It makes itself happen easily
Often the wishes are bubbles
Floating, soaring, but eventually bursting like they never existed
But sometimes wishes are bottles with messages in
Floating through the atmosphere
Until they reach exactly the right person
When the heart bursts from happiness
And reforms around two spirits
Intertwined and inseparable
Like interlaced fingers
As lovers hold hands
Embrace warmly
And stare into each other’s eyes, unwavering