To triumph over adversity, is to know, the purest vengeance of all. For, those who doubted, ridiculed, disbelieved, gossiped about and wronged you, are forced to realise, that:
they were wrong.
Nothing needs to be said, nor, interaction had. Yet, there is; a secret, smiling jocund, a humble, solemn joy, a discreet, soulful jubilance = in knowing that; the universal scales are, once more, balanced, and, true justice is restored.
It just might
be undercover;
human dust-mites.
Disapproving mother
makes
forbidden lovers
play more like animals
in the heat
under their collars.
Our symbiotic
shapes
feeling – just right.
The feeling smothers
you uptight
– breathing in –
water fountains and lakes
within bed covers.
Horizontally upright.
No bearing grudges
or bearing down upon
the breaks
when the love’s right.
There’s no trust like
it with anyone
else or any others;
this is our
glorious mistake
and this is what
love
really looks like.
We are always
shining bright together,
shining love’s light.
Even into old age,
our last chapter
and our
intertwined fates
remain forever…
We were right
to be undercover;
even after…
human dust-bites.
When you fear your future’s faded
When you’re growing grey and thin
When your chips have all been traded
And you feel you’ll never win
When you start to wane and wallow
In intrepid, toxic times
There’s a light for you to follow
A light inside you shines
It’s a light that fills your soul
And makes you who you are
Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole
Heals the deepest, darkest scar
In the corpus of commotion
Let that beautiful beacon beam
Across the unforgiving ocean
From the lighthouse of your dreams.
Blossom on tree
Sun reappears
Birdsong happy
Bunny rabbits ears.
Daffodil smiling
Rosy cheeked faces
Smiles compiling
In everyday places.
Temperature rises
People feel less sad
Potential surprises
Happiness is had.
Winter long behind
For old and for young
Freshness in mind
Now Spring has sprung.
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