Happiness is such a fleeting visitor.
She alights out of the blue
catching me unaware.
In her graceful presence
I repeatedly pause to take in
that foreign joy-in-being-alive,
humming through my body.
As silently as Happiness arrives,
does she depart.
Leaving a hole that sorrow fills
and threatens to overflow.
Where does she go?
Not even a trace is left to give me solace
as the heaviness quickly resumes its grasp.
‘Come back, come back’ I plead.
But Happiness is a capricious visitor,
moving to a rhythm that I do not know.
As much as I wish
I cannot conjure her into being.
Of This Earth 
The photo is perfect for the words. The words are perfect for the photo.
Thankyou Dinali
thank you
Beautiful as always but so sad. I’m glad that happiness does visit in all its beauty. May a contentment within this damaged and damaged society find you too.
Much love to you