BLISS

Joys come quietly,

in whispers

The thoughts come calling

in sighs

of remembered hues

They alight

on my waiting lashes

Tender

and loving

Like molten drops of dew

Sometimes

they trickle down

in stains

To the ends

of my quivering breathes

Where I trap them

in cherished musings

of my heart

To live dreams

resplendent

in their magic weaves

MS