Happiness lives hidden among the earth.
She loves the yellow, bright as sunrise.
She wears a dress, colorful and light as butterfly wings.
She works hard at being difficult to find,
Except for those who know where to look for her.
Joy is her sister and hope her constant companion.
She is said to while away her time in large houses,
Among riches and other worldly beauties.
But is rarely ever found there.
She remembers ever baby's first smile
And their laughter.
And recalls the sadness of those who go off to find her
When she is standing right beside them.
But only few stop to notice her.
So she waits quietly for the next traveler.

Loneliness

Sitting at the table,
Like an island surrounded by idle talk
and laughter.
Swarming like an ocean from all sides.
There, at the far wall
Loneliness waits
And watches.
She comes upon you
By simply not being there.
Standing at a distance,
Gazing with deep, empty eyes
As though seeing past you
To something more important.
Ironic.
For Loneliness never travels alone.
Misery and Envy follow close behind her.
Two skulking shadows
On her ebony tail.
But as they crouch in the darkness
And watch,
I cannot see them.
But I know they are near by.
For I am
Alone.