Lovely and Euphoric
There is no brochure-vacation paradise
More perfect than this silent place
When I meditate in the afternoon
Gazing out windows onto the sunlit avenue.
Why do I complain like a disappointed child
With a broken Christmas gift?
My heart knows happy songs
Even during long stretches of being alone.
I belong in heaven’s fields
Praying for the people I adore
And cherishing every smiling face I see.
I’m lovely and euphoric with mad desire to celebrate
Every gorgeous hour of my breath
Allowing me to partake in the enchanted joy
Of beautiful humanity.
I’ve been sad before
And wept in lonely rooms,
But I’ll be remembered in café conversations
And in the wineglass laughter
Where music was playing
And sweet friends were dancing.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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