My best poems
Were never written.
They blossomed within
The cherry sweet soul
At times of Grace and Serendipity.
They were
Never heard;
As the ears were deafened by
The hymns of laughter.
Never seen;
As the eyes were smeared by
The dews of joy.
Never spoken;
As the throat was robbed from
Words of expression
When awestruck.
But experienced;
As the arrows of wondrous moments
Pierced the heart
Leaving imprints of imperishable memories
In the form of evanescent poetry;
Blissful, Transcendental and Serene.