In a wink of an eye, there’s that true feeling rising above.
Sweet to that peaceful joy.
Into that perfect little mind that’s filled with serenity and love.
Needing that bond to it’s sounding joy.
Good enough to fill bittersweet about it.
On that perfect day the sun arises, it’s shiniest moments.
Facing that bright nature of brightness.
Joy shines through that rising moment.
Open with that brightness of sins.
Years later, that rising of joy will be the same as always.