Such power,
As only a tear can tell.
Behind the tear a flashing
Wave of torment –
The torment of happiness.
And it is tormenting
That happiness should
Invoke a tear.

I felt the tear forming.
Felt it coming.
But why should I shed
The same?
I am not happy,
Not happy as is the one
Of whom I think.

And that person of my thoughts
Could be you,
Could be me.
A hypothetical person
On a hypothetical wave,
On an ocean of my
Dreams.

Upon a wave,
As the slave to the wave,
And the master of the body
That masters the wave
To which it is slave:
That is the person.

That person knows only the wave;
Knows only the present instant.
The presence of the elemental
Force of nature,
To which he must succumb
To overcome.

The wave allows,
Invites and entices the
Person to overcome it; to be
The master and the slave.

And knowing and experiencing
The wave as
Master, the body
As the slave, and the mind
As both, that person
Deserves to shed
Such a tear of
Happiness.

That tear of happiness
Then falls into the wave,
Returning to the ocean;
Returning to that oceanic
Source of happiness.