Joy

Sometimes it seems Joy eludes you like a dream perishing beneath your weary eyelids when you wake You try to grasp her pin her down hold on to her drag her down the highways and subways on cars and shuttle buses You force her into your bed and cling to her skirt in your entitled fit of rage You collect her moments, craft your strings of pearls in tiny belljars, never to be worn never to be touched never to be felt only to be worshiped from a distance You rob her of her children to build your armies and feed your wars in blind fury and greed for more, much more, forever more You pluck her hair and cover her face for you shan't bare any longer to stare in the eyes of the one that got away When you shall grow wise and forget to lay another brick on the wall between you and grief you will lay down your arms and weep And Joy will be there to catch your tears in her palms But there is no Joy in Pain There can't be you say as Joy lays down at your feet I am here, she shall whisper when you grow innocent I have always been here I will be here forever more