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
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