Happiness is such a phase of the moon.

It’s a slight light on the face of something that always is.

Not visible to half the world at a time.

But not hard to believe

And if I could

I’d lasso that one wild bit

That you worked so hard to enjoy

As did I in my preoccupation

And I’d go back and finish

Exactly as you wished

Cause I don’t know what you saw

But I do believe you saw a possibility

Or at the very least, heard a siren