Joy On The Wings Of Hope

It floats heavenward on a zephyr of my hope;

Plucking at a tuft of pristine cottony cloud,

It flits and flies, rising up.

It is joy, unbound of my gay spirited laugh;

On the wings of dreams, it gains momentum to rise

And ascend towards the sky.

From the sylvan glade, I spy this play of my dreams

A needed vista my heart burgeoning with love,

I am gleeful, euphoric.

Such is the beauty when hope and joy confluence.

Happiness transcends, A rosy glow permeates;

Life holds a deeper meaning.