Moments of Joy

They fall upon us, drifting through moments, smiling, filled

with fey. Such honeysweet thoughts, partly enraptured,

swimming in someone’s heart. We take a carousel ride, ever

in converse, semi-finding ourselves. It’s joyful nectar,

trekking through gardens, an orgasmic affair. It’s so subtle,

to pluck a petal, quasi-religious. Thoughts of love, flower a

pot, cuddling near a fireside. At other moments, it’s a

chilled beverage, shared with a loving friend. Voices are

alert, ever emphatic, filled with gesticulations. We ponder

proudly, storing voiceprints. Suffering intensifies

appreciation. A deep knowledge of love, children, home, and

life. It’s similar to losing a love one. We seek comfort, where

friendships bear weight, enriched from experience. Ever

again, chants are blazing, chills are felt, where Spirit breathes.

We value such moments, aloof to let go, singing in a shower.