Happiness
Let us stay in this happy little world of ours —
just you and me, and our blind dog.
Although the tablecloth is worn, and the light flickers,
tap runs silently, and with it, what is left of our time.
Tomorrow, the sun will perhaps still rise, and you
will again bear the weight of the world, looking through the window of the subway as the city passes beneath your feet.
But tonight, let us stay here a little longer,
your face held against mine.
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Sleep, my darling.
In dreams, we are allowed to go home.
To that happiness,
a small cabin where we belonged to each other —
where the autumn leaves fall
as lightly as the first snow,
like how I did for her.
Oh glistening diamonds, it’s her tears, she bathes in them every night.
She gave me the key to the other side
of this silly world of mirrors.
So go ahead! Hurl all your pain myway.
I can bear it. With you, I have found my way.
Bless me with your tears.
I will carve out a blue lagoon
and fill it with them and creatures.
We will row our boat there,
to where no one can disturb us,
and under that moonlight,
I can ask you to marry me.
