Sheer Delights, Ephemeral
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"Sometimes we miss the kiss of bliss by not being aware that it's there in our hair." - Author
"We often miss the sunrise chasing stars still out of reach." - Unknown
"Joy often comes when we stop looking for it and start noticing what's already here." - Unknown
"The sweetest moments never knock — they drift in when the door is left ajar." - Unknown
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Sheer sweet delights appear as gossamer nets,
unseen, unheard, not felt with no regrets,
floating on puffs of wind to catch in your hair
before you care to know that they are there.
The warmth of dawn at sunrise.
The laughter of glints in eyes.
The taste you get before you bite.
The jolt of cold feet bare at night.
The déjà vu clicks down memory lane.
The heartbeat lilt before you kiss again.
The wind foreseen in quiver of leaves.
The thunder felt before heard in eaves.
The stings on a cheek as snow flakes land.
The sneaky touch of child's hand-in-hand.
So let the sheer ephemeral delights come,
to see what taste, feel, hear and see, can become
when you set your awareness alertness on high,
to savor the kiss of bliss that floats on by.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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