Happy Place

Diary at the bedside,
Chatting with an old friend of mine…
I don’t feel tongue tied,
for they have now known me for a while.  

Shining eyes have a secret behind,
Songs I sing with the pictures back in mind.
Stories I hear and the tales I tell,
Scribbles in the last page – works on me like a magic spell.  

I know my Happy place,
It’s in the clear blue sky…
in the comfort of the homely fragrance
in the showers of mid-July.  

I am a simple portrait,
who always finds peace in a good read…
But I still need headphones,
to feel the Harmonies of my Heartbeat…  

Moments turned into photographs – are apple of my eye…
I love to hear whistling of the wind as silence stands by.
My eyesight and imagination hold no space in between…
All my drawings still contain a tint of Kelly green.

I know my Happy Place,
its in those calm rays of the beautiful sunrise,
its in revisiting the long lost memories…
of my Favorite hyes, and Hardest goodbyes.