Joy

When these thoughts spill out in such melodious streams

I feel so magical as if the divine has been pierced

I wonder if others have these moments of inspiration

As if they could pull every emotion, every color, every note

And weave together a tapestry of sublime memory

If I could feel this way always, I would certainly go mad

Overcome by the constant beauty that is ever present

Pausing to gaze at the architecture of a petal

Seeking the past of every secret shadow

There is so much around us that we can’t even guess

So much tragedy and horror, so much joy and madness

So many small miracles we’ll never understand

So many possibilities, our hearts would break if we only knew

Thus I cover my eyes and I shut out these thoughts

Or else I will be lost to an eternity of “what if’s”