Morning Bliss Poem by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

The chirping of love birds to echo
The morning mist to kiss
To feel at ease
To meditate upon
A morning bliss.

Flowers to bloom, red and yellow
Merry ants to feed in soils so mellow
The early cuckoo doth hum a song
Makes me yearn, all the more long
For a morning bliss.

I forget my life, I forget my past
I forget memories, lingering and last.
I foresee miracles, magic and color
Arduous passion of a sensuous lover.
To feel so light; irradiance alight
To fill a void in darkness and plight
Resonant winds gave me airs
To shadow my thoughts, mise en claire,
In a morning bliss.

I pen down after a while
Words to escape a weary mind
I feel at home, I feel agile
In tune to myself; To find
To realize where it all began
Is where it always blooms
To lay back, to open and see
To put back and just let be
In peace.
The gentle hiss
Of a morning bliss!