Woke in a cheerful mood wondering
if I might have dreamed a Lovely Thing
that is now hidden even to me
and if so can it be true that
we have hidden pots of happiness
within us of which even we cannot know
and if so then where do they come from
and would they be ruined if we
ever found them out
the spell broken
and if so if so if we leave them
wherever there untouched
could we perhaps  now
and again and again say
Take me (blindfolded) there,
your secret’s safe with me
and have a little visit in
SecretHappyDeluxeFunLand
and return to find our regular selves
alive and well and unaccountably happy?
Well? Could we?
