Lest Honesty Becomes Us...

It's the splashes of perfect happiness that keep us dancing in the rain!

In time we learn there’s no such thing as perfect happiness

Its paradise is full of holes and hunger’s emptiness

And so we count our blessings and find reasons to be glad

Lest honesty unbridled lets love’s longing drive us mad

The soul is never fully satisfied, but oh, we try

Though hands and pockets cannot hold delight’s constant supply

For, even in the best of times, in time we come to grips

That perfect happiness is like a kiss upon the lips

Youth pursues pretty pictures dangling like a silhouette

Their happiness a safe hold in a house not broken yet

Where love in all its loveliness holds a lifetime to teach

...that perfect happiness is always almost within reach

In time we learn that life, in spite of love yields loneliness

Its paradise a treasure trove of kind forgetfulness

Where oft we name our blessings, humbled by the joys we’ve had

Lest honesty becomes us and love’s longing drives us mad

© Janet Martin