Happy place
2025-05-07
There’s a corner the sun remembers to find,
Where laughter blooms in the hush of the mind.
A breeze sings low of a world free from chase,
That’s where I wander—my quiet, bright place.
The skies wear whispers of dawn yet to come,
And shadows twirl to a golden drum.
Each heartbeat lands with a soft, sacred grace,
Held in the hush of this radiant space.
We speak in colors no tongue could contain,
Our joy like a chorus of sun after rain.
With hands intertwined, time slows its pace,
And love writes echoes in every embrace.
So when the weight of the world draws near,
I drift to the light I carry here.
For hope still lives, not lost, not far,
It waits where our truest moments are.
By Jo K.