Happiness

We may never meet again,
like the branches of a tree,
growing up and away, our end-
ings in the sky, our leaves green
without memories.
But if I chance a look
and see you smiling in the sun,
my dreams will be happy
even in the frost, my darling one.

And when our happy leaves fall,
all the way down,
down to the ground,
I hope they might laugh
when they meet for the first time.