Monday, December 3rd, 2007
Happiness, why do you run from me?
Why do you hide your face?
Why are you so hard to follow?
And so impossible to trace?
Why do you pace from tree to tree, making my eyes see things in amongst the falling leaves?
Your glimmers of hope tease me, your whispering promises appease me
Why are you so shy?
Like a wounded animal you hide
For many nights i have pursued you and have used all the skills of this mind
Through wet forest and dark wood, through my jaded past, misunderstood
You are so nimble and transparent
Does my pleading not reach your ear?
Happiness! stop! Just for once! so i may gaze upon your ghost!
Why can’t you possess me, like i obsess after you?
-Parcleve