Searching Eternal Joy

My heart often seeks

That one feeling, that little seed

That will bring to me

Eternal Joy

But on this ethereal exploration

A question often prompts intriguing my present notions

That what is joy?

Is it the eternity in the smile of your little brother

Who plays peak-a-boo making mischief and clutter?

Is it the hug of the loved one?

When you present them with that special complement

For their labours on the special task that they had meant.

Or is it that smile of your elder sister?

When she would know how you would miss her

On her departure to the house of her newlywed husband.

Could it be the twinkle in the eyes of a friend?

Who sees you after a long hiatus of some five days or less.

Could it be his excitement to share?

To vent out, to play around or to laugh on our despairs.

I often wonder if it could be the tears

Of the sister who has looked around for her little one for million years.

Could it be her heart swollen with joy?

For when she turns around this time

Her little one stands to play with her toy.

Or could the eternity of joy be collapsed

In that one moment

When your lover comes home

After a long thunderous storm.