From my heart to me

It's been a long while
And even though there is no time, space
Or any other dimension
That can come between your soul and you
There seems to have been
A long lapse...

I do not write poems any more.
I try looking into my heart
To find the answer
To find an answer
But to the real question
And not the poseur.

I do not write poems any more.
Does that mean I'm not happy?
Or that I've lost the gift
To express my feelings and emotions?
Have I precipitated into a world so real
That there is no room to drift
And be free and wild and happy...?

Hope and optimism are wonderful companions
That have never left my side
But sometimes act like that morphine
That takes away the pain for a while
But brings it back in doses...at times.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
And so does happiness lie in the heart of the dreamer.
I realise that I'm not unhappy but scared
Of things that will be or things that were.

I've always thought that
Sad poetry was the best poetry
Sadness that lit up every little sphere of the soul...
That in all the gloom was like dark clouds
That would eventually rain down tears
And be gone to show smiling sun rays
From a bright red heart...

There is truth in reality
But the ultimate search for happiness isn't in truth
It is the little world in you
That makes you believe in all things
Good and beautiful.

So here it is...another sad poem
But it is also that. A 'poem' from a happy heart :)