Beguiled Bay of Bliss
Surging storm of turmoil splitting apart the falling sky
blows with blasting fury through the splintered mind
the flaring wrath burns like the blazing badland bush
searing the disgruntled soul to a stack of anguished ash.
The sky would be seamless again and construct the clouds
adrift with the revived ruins rising from the halcyon horizon
dissolving in the melancholic psyche making pearls of dew
adorning the meadow of mind free from the mist of sorrow.
In the gust of freedom the clumps of cloud float away far
as the shining stars glow bright in the moonlit silken sky
the satin surf of stardust wafts in the rapturous radiant air
making in my mind aurora of astral ambiance of tranquility.
Across the topography of soul the stream of jubilation flows
saturating my parched essence and whispering, I live my life
as my own, drinking always the ambrosia of joy without hiatus
and sail on the wind of rhapsody to the beguiled bay of bliss.
February 11, 2021
Contest (N-A) : Joy Continuum
May 4, 2021
Contest : Final 2021 N-A Choice 3
Sponsor : William Kekaula
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