of what could
be. Wonder then,
if happiness comes
will you recognize it?
Or will it vanish, in mist,
the fog streaming from the cold sea
hiding the world from you, shrouding all?
Know that the sun is just beyond the clouds–
beyond the clouds, knowledge waits to be found–
assume this, and then go from there–
where else would you be? What matters
more than this? Contentment, then,
if not bliss. Maybe peace.
But there is more
in lucid dreams
of love and
A double Etheree for the prompt Colleen’s left during her break—synonyms for belief and joy.