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joy is fleeting
sorrow deepening
more than often:
never satisfying...
for every three new faces
three dance-step patterns:
the familiar
escaping the embracing;
for every smile
ten drops of crystalized tears
simply dripping
mourning for the parting!
'twas never enough
the heartaches and pain
evading the issue of honesty in doubt
the jokes backfired..!!
in silence...space and time a-waiting...for some kind of meaning to dawn and making sense out of senseless loneliness...upon the purple and orange horizon, the red peach of a sun swirling fire into darkness of silent deep space..and sleepily the hearts of lovers evade the question of trust..!!
greeting night: drowsy firelight a-dimming: achingly persuasive: to close those hungrying eyes for a merciful forgetfulness: for a presence just alone so lonely.
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.