Happiness

How can I know of this 

In such an uncertain place

The writing is the vessel 

Not the destination found

Will it come along the road?

Can it be learned, borrowed or bought?

I like to think the first

So many questions it stirs

While so few answers seem in tune

Harmony lost to the loudest in the room

In this quest for the treasure trove

Be warned 

It does not sparkle of gold

It seems wise to know

Happiness is the prize

Of the virtuous kind

Gifting loveliness

Love returns

Fulfilment found

Happiness is something shared

-Camille Delaquise