I seek my happiness within you.

In the quiet of the night, when all is still
My thoughts wonder about my future.

Though middle age is upon me, I still think with youthful fervor of a love I have yet to receive.

I want to find a quiet spot, at the end of the day to put my hat upon.
With you by my side as we talk about the toils of our day.

How sweet and wonderful those thoughts are,
Dreamlike, perhaps they are just that, a dream.

Though I don't know what the future may bring,
Wraths of winter, or bliss of spring,

I will keep seeking my happiness in you.

A snowy friday morning

A snowy Friday morning and I'm sitting on my breakfast table, watching the flakes fall from the nude branches of the elm tree.

The whirl of a distant fan, a gentle din breaking  the silence of an otherwise quiet day.

You rang me just to say hi early in the morning. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful wakeup call.

In a long time, I am finally at peace within myself. Happy and content, but somewhat afraid that in a flip of a moment, this can all go away. 

But when one has known so many heartaches,  the anticipation of it doesn't phase me anymore.

I know not, how long this will last, but as long as it does, I'm still happy.