Joy. Is it a person, a thing, or a place?
It can't be cajoled out of its hiding.
Instead it jumps out when we are not looking.
What draws it out from its ethereal space?
Reaching a goal or the process as such?
Realization of something elusive?
Zesty love interest – confounding and illusive?
A fleeting sensation, a physical touch?
A lover’s smooth skin, a fairly won fight,
A rare blue moon decorating the night –
As life is refracted through the prism of our soul
The rainbow of joy lifts us up, makes us whole.
Joy
© Copyright: Филипп Кубасов, 2020
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