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.)