A muse of joy
Whispers floated across the room,
Silhouettes danced the wall in loom.
And music filled the in between
As colors crowned the perfect scene.
Echoes wondered into the street,
The sun was down and in retreat.
I wondered through the needles eye,
Underneath a consummate sky.
The birds flew in a southward trend,
And disappeared around the bend.
The ambience was sweet in smells,
That rode and held the evening bells.
And I was checked in magics glare,
Gone, yet held in an awesome stare.
Invented by a ponders bliss,
Thrust by thoughts of a stolen kiss.
The kiss and bliss were fancies find.
Imagined in my censored mind.
And jubilation set my face,
As the ecstasy left its trace.
It was a weavers wile of joy,
A fragile muse, a lovers ploy.