6/8

Happiness glides on the 6/8 of time,
Its lilt unmistakably merry;
Frolicsome images, lighthearted rhyme
Reside in the realm of this fairy

Whimsical tapestries weave buoyant grins
On faces of those in attendance,
Counterpoint to the pedestrian din's
Corroded and lackluster pendants

Tedious egotists rant at the world,
Their voices pedantic and dour,
Deaf to the hymn in a bumblebee's swirl,
And dead to the scent of a flower

They'll find me frivolous, lacking the tone
Such seriousness would require;
I'm just a feather; their dogma, a stone
Devoid of elan and desire

So, with a smile, I depart their domain 
And fly to the palace of pleasure,
Joyfully singing this verse's refrain,
Immersing myself in its treasure

Happiness glides on the 6/8 of time,
Through life's carousel of emotions;
Riding this cadence, the world feels sublime,
Abundant with magical notions.