The Sound of Bliss

When sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see in the niche of soul, still like the deep sea, find how and where drops you shed go to lie on the edge of scorched mind till they are dry. Mind then comes out of smoke to dance with glee at soft pace like fleet of clouds that moves free in the blue stretch of no end on the sky where the life of joy spreads wings and soars high. Tinged rays of new sun glint the face of gloom, once more on plants of land gone waste buds bloom. Touch of hue wafts to the heart that shines bright as it gets fused with glow of the deep light. Stream made of drops of grief flows out of heart, with rhythmic sound of bliss new song will start. Written : September 25, 2019 March 11, 2020 Contest : Strand Choice C, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor : Brian Strand