If Happiness Had Wings I Would Fly

            If happiness had wings
            I would fly
            all the way
            to you…
            and rest on clouds
            passing by…
            and if the clouds,
            in summer's smile,
            shone white
            as birds over the
            ocean waves,
            I would know
            the clouds had blossomed
            wings
            as sure as time
            grows wings
            when happiness blows distances away…
            and faster would I fly
            on clouds and wings and happiness
            and every sweet caress
            of wind that carries me closer
            to my happiness—
            that happiness with wings…