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