tide of joy

this is a beautiful sadness

one that can only exist

because I have lived

a beautiful joy before

had my joy been this loud?

had my joy been this encompassing?

was I not grateful for what I had?

I will keep lighting candles

although they cannot mirror the sun

I will keep faith in the moon

to draw an overwhelming tide of joy

I can see it in the distance

creeping as I stand with

bated breath on the shore

I can see it in the distance

breaking under the sea

slowly rising again