Bliss of Eye

Mere thought of it brings a pleasant sigh, Glimpse of it takes the spirits high. Serenely painted imagination is a sight to behold, Back to reality and my heart runs cold. In a world where flowers bloom and never fade, A tranquil heaven where lasting memories are made. From this monochrome of reality, my soul seeks escape, In the vibrant hues of imagination,it finds shape. In my world where I find all that I seek, Where heart is unafraid and my soul can speak. Amongst the dreams and desires I 've sown, Bliss for my inward eye ,a world of my own.