Happy

More vivid than zenith

Reflecting off crystal,

Casting amber hues of life

From deep heaven.

More refreshing than a zephyr

Cooling the sweat beading

On the forehead of a child

Hard at play.

More cleansing than a gale

Peeling away old paint,

Chipped with age;

Leaving the wood naked—

Vulnerable.

I saw you today:

I thought my memories would fade.