Rhymelets.

Happiness is being,

Suspending logic and seeing

Inside, for you’ll find

Purple and red strains, of an ice cream music.

Waltz in your train of hope, and wait for the stars,

For I’m there with you.

The impermanence of emotion,

Of love, of devotion,

Constricts by its very subtlety.

Like creeping death, envelops you,

Before you recognize the tell tale signs

Of emptiness.

Creeps over me, creeps over you.

The tears don’t fall. There are none.