Happiness, elusive nymph
Vanishing when almost in your hold
A glimpse you have in your hour of triumph
Tantalising vision in silver and gold.
You reach out and she slips away
Into the forests of consciousness
You follow-often led astray
The way is rough, the jungle dense.
Tired-frustration growing on you
You lean against an ample bark
Dreaming of sunbeams dancing on dew
She is there again, an apparition in the dark.
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