Crescendo
constantly on the cusp,
close as a shadow, my best friend
sadness comes only
when I forget that
it is forever with me
this portable bliss
no one can capture
however hard they may try
it lives in the wings of the bird,
the crackle of the fire,
and the kindness of strangers
its beauty surrounds
to remind us who we are
and will cradle us in its arms
until our last breath.