Happiness, happy-ness
I’ve been told I’m missing you
Oh act of being happy
You hide behind sunburning rays and beneath browned skin
Crinkled smiles and wry grins are your signs
The Greek gaiety, freedom and lust and wine and thrust
Action and vulgarity and loud calamity
A dancing for the gods may we keep their interest
Shine our faces and seer children’s cheeks with love
Unknowing of the fates, unrattled by the snake
Thank you for a visit, for time by sleep’s clock
May we twist our skirts in fields of golden grain and harvest and feast on young lovers’ folly
Love and sun, fleeting, recurring, nostalgic youth, beauty visit our hearts and conquer our sadliness in gray rain
May our skirts twirl her beads bright and reflect to us a new day