Kevin Michael Bloor

The Golden Year

I lived through this year with a pleasant thought

That deep, dreamy peace to my spirit brought

Like glow of a candle, so still, so bright

It lit up my mind with unearthly light

 

I lived through this year and I’m pleased to say

This feeling of peace hasn’t passed away

My life is idyllic, sublime and still

My heart is a lake that her love does fill

 

I lived through this year without rain or storm

Sirocco was blowing and winds were warm

Like wolf in the desert I wandered free

A sorrowless soul in a tranquil sea

 

I lived through this year as a year of grace

For this was the year I first saw her face

A glimmering goddess with locks of gold

Who gave me her hand and her heart to hold