Ode to Happy Days
As the morning light dawns
And my pillow-yawns awaken
To embrace me. I glance around the room
And soon realize this Day of Hearts has arrived
Quietly. Patiently I strive to gather my aging bones
From the covers of another day,
And play my fingers upon the keys of Hope;
Where digital friends and those more real
Speak the merry words that appeal to the cyber souls
Of time and space... myself included.
Good morning, good day, I am want to say
Though lingering near the surface still
Another soul subdues its fear of mortal clay.
That good is not... and what is good that
Brings such silent soundings to my ears?
The clicking of keys, my voice
Where-unto Choice has abandoned Reason
And tender memories on feathered wings
Search for another glorious season there...
Where the horizon chases the night away.