happiness

Blazing.

In the silence of the night interspersed by soft snores, a ghost garden is where I walk, waiting to hear a voice that death has silenced years ago. Waiting and hoping each night to dream, of long dead blooms lying scattered as a shadow moves and little tiger baby appears, in the shadow, is it…

Are you happy, they asked. I smiled at them. Did you find happiness, they asked. I nodded, yes, Where did you find it, still they asked, Was it hard to find? I found happiness in my heart Deep within the corner of an eye. In the gleam of a quiet smile. In the hands that…