Elusive

Dreams, coming so close, then skittering out of reach beyond barriers of time and money. 

Happiness, fluctuating with the ebb and flow of frustration and exhaustion levels.

And bluebirds, hiding deep in the boughs of a juniper tree or perching atop telephone poles, mere silhouettes.

Except for this one, who deigned to grace me with his royal blue presence long enough to capture his image.

(I love little gifts like this.)

For every bit of hatred

There's a little bit of love.

For every cloudy morning

There's a midnight moon above.

So don't you forget

You must search

Till you find the bluebird.

You will find peace

And contentment forever

If you will . . .

Be like I

Hold your head up high

Till you find the bluebird of happiness.

You will find

Greater peace of mind

Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.

And when she sings to you

Though you're deep in blue

You will see a ray of light creep through.

And so remember this

Life is no abyss

Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.

(From "Bluebird of Happiness", a song composed in 1934 by Sandor Harmoni, Edward Heyman and Harry Parr Davies. For the complete lyrics, click HERE.)