Happiness Sinking

Not everything can fly like birds whose feather born out of a ageless dream & kinship among clouds Happiness is something born out of heaviness like memory sinking deep in the ocean of your heart I thought I have exhausted my love on that rainy night But this morning my spirit rised with a young sun in whose light you and I swam Wherever you go remember to bring me the smell of motherland & the sweetness of her tears and whatever mother said keep them safe between a page and a maple leave ---LTG, seeing friends off on a sunny day 8/20/04