Your Happiness

There are certain dreams that I dare not dream—

Desires bound so deep they will never be heard.

Alas, they are lost thoughts destined to return,

The haunting memories that never were.

We peer through time like picture windows,

As we both watch ourselves grow so old.

I think happiness evades us both, or so I hope—

That each of your smiles are touched

With the same wistfulness mine are.

Though that may make me nothing short of evil,

Your happiness would pain my dearly,

While I remain tearful and void of joy.

You are the dream I dare not dream,

That I repress beyond belief.

    DannYetmanwww.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com