The unusual nature of my current mood does

Not seem familiar,

For what is this feeling that bothers me yet soothes

The deepest cave

Within the highly uneven chambers of my

Mind? The illuminant

Beauty strikes and beats me. For the first moment in

My life, pain will not

Relate along with the hard pounding in my once

Hollow chest. I believe

I have been touched by happiness.

Deep within the eyes that once dripped tears, I saw a

Tree shaded in deep light.

Buried beneath these ears that once recorded

My cries of sorrow,

I heard the sweet lullabies of the morning songbird,

Dressed in a white coat.

Its voice rose above the highest human pitch,

Yet had a drowning depth

That soothed and smoothed even the roughest portions

Of my jagged heart.

Its head turned to and fro in a most graceful manner

That even kings would

Bow to its beauty beyond comprehension. I

Believe I have been

Touched...

By happiness.

I slowly reached out my hand and touched the green grass.

The blades ran through my

Hands that once clenched in pain, unbearable and sharp.

The grass ran through my

Hands and textured them with the feel of a feather

So smooth that it felt

As though it was composed solely of vaporized

Cotton, dry and light.

My feet stayed put on the almost nonexistent

Ground. My toes dug deep

Into the cool dirt that absorbed the heat and pressure

From my head to toe.