An Author's Bliss
Flocked by word’s warm embrace
To this people understanding’s not
Yet for I whom saw its sapphire lace
Cherished it to heart’s a lot
To be in word’s peaceful book
I in bliss to yours is never
To be in solace of every nook
A hymn in ears such notes of Fiddler
Of stars in skies as letters sang brass
Twinkles in, my pleasure’s light
So fragile so vivid such pristine glass
To shine my dreams in darkest night
Of I in a lovely Author’s Bliss
How every strike my heart in please
To this people understanding’s not
Yet for I whom saw its sapphire lace
Cherished it to heart’s a lot
To be in word’s peaceful book
I in bliss to yours is never
To be in solace of every nook
A hymn in ears such notes of Fiddler
Of stars in skies as letters sang brass
Twinkles in, my pleasure’s light
So fragile so vivid such pristine glass
To shine my dreams in darkest night
Of I in a lovely Author’s Bliss
How every strike my heart in please