My Little Source Of Joy Comments

Though cold wind is blowing with little access to light, The song is uppermost in the fabric of being, Plangent in every single wire, YOU are my Morning with Orphean air forcing the ocean On the lawn of fainted light,

You are my rising Sun and I am the western Sky, With Autumnal musing I enjoy Your eternal Spring, Like fleeting Joy of summer You dance in the shrine of my Being, the unfettered guest,

Upon Your Joyous smile the stars bloom, In every dying content Life alights, You are my rising Sun and I am the western Sky,

when air blows along the empty space, The house of my mind is harmonious, Emptiness is filled with unuttered emptiness, Silent music dawns with emotional intelligence,

The Sun rises and the Moon blooms, Flowers dance and celebrate for me, Day comes and goes, Night is ever peaceful,

This poem is really brilliant!