Smiling Sadness

A sadness floats and hovers 
like an over-filled watery cloud. 
Pangs of pain pinch and claw -
an unfortunate part of realised feeling. 

Concern and love are central guides causing their host to care, chide and confuse.
A concoction of stark innermost depths. 

Overriding transparency is a muted candle in a forgotten alcove. Ever-present. 

Ghosts of recollection swerve tangibly; their liberty unchecked. They roam wilfully whispering fragments:
an incomplete puzzle - pieces displaced, missing...

Distrust and hate are peripheral non-entities - they have no foothold. 
Sincerity stands her ground and defends. Bitterness a non-entity: pointless, unfelt, not us. 

Friendship elusively holds - a possibility. Unfulfilling yet integrally needed. A bolt hole. 

Minute expressions carry vivid dialogue - words are not needed. Symbiotic simplicity. A relief...

A need to see, relight, reanimate lies fiercely dormant underneath a marbled facade. 
A defence. Barriers. Protective skin. 

Tender wishes fight to be surfaced, seen, succumbed. A rallying of spirit starts, uncoils, prepares to act...

A hug, subtle smile or just one line will suffice: nothing dramatic or grand is needed. 

Subtlety will lead - let her master her trade. She knows what to do. 

Trust and courage surmount pity foibles - pointless. 

A smiling sadness reigns and is understood...