Happiness

The ocean hushes far below. Wooden landings wind their way up to where she stands. Stairs meander from landing to landing, guiding a traveler wherever they wish to go. She stands across the landing, gazing pleasantly up at the clear sky. Her russet hair dances on the unfelt breeze. She leans elegantly on the railing, unwaveringly sure of her happiness. Mercy and grace follow her and purity hangs in her breath. The glee of a child dances in her eyes, and her soul sings of a wisdom bestowed. The air quivers with joy and the ground rises to touch her feet, content to be graced by her steps. It is life to see her. To know her is joy; to be near her is soothing to the spirit. When a smile caresses her face, contentedness ensconces itself in my heart.

Inspired by a dream and a girl.
Dedicated to Helen, my Love.