Joyfully Crazy

Sometimes I’m joyful crazy full of you
Sip sweet emptiness and drink the wind
“Don’t sing so sad to me,” you said.
“Lift your voice to the friend. Be joyful.”
Some sweet sad songs dripped from my lips
Until a time did pass
And
Sadness tore itself down
Caved in
And I sang joyful to the friend
“My house of cards has tumbled down.
No need for sad songs
This life I hold is not mine
'Far be it that I should repine.’
When death delivers his half-somber kiss.
The last laugh will be on my lips.”
Not faith but surrender to my ignorance
Why you created me in this form I know not.
If you thought this form sweetness
And
Made this matrix.
Then I am happy to be your echo,
Bouncing across the rift,
In the stillness.