Suddenly up to my neck, oh yeah I’m awake now, laughing and gasping. I run and lay on the hot sand, the waves crashing a few yards away, the ocean of your joy. Your joy beads up on me, sparkling in the sun.

On a moment similar would organize a parade in your honor, a float on which you smile and wave, blessing with your beauty the roadside world. Sparkle. Beam. Shine.

That dark cloud over there, brooding, casting a shadow twice its size. Of a mathematical certainty, he’ll try to rain on you. But we are all here, your umbrella. To us he is all in a day’s work. Let him rain, bluster and blow. We are windbag resistant. Let his negativity run off and be carried to the negativity treatment plant of his desire and destiny, while you, dry (of negativity) and warm, smile beneath the canopy of our interlocked protective arms. We are all here.

You are the crossroads of our love.

Be wrapped, submerged, immersed, enjoying and enjoyed. Walk and hold hands. Eat, drink, sleep and breathe your love. Let it show wherever you turn, wherever you glance, wherever your thought may. My heart will sing its gladness as now, gently yet irresistibly joyful, and all who love you will be glad.

Poems of joy will flow like a river of happiness. All who read them will rejoice. Your joy will flow from the hearts of thousands, spilling onto thousands of others. Adrift in happiness, the world is transformed, inspired. It will truly be a new day.