To refresh my depleted soul, to end its weariness with that bliss.
I call near and far, with only echoes for my friends.
My spirit mellows, fatigued of unconsciousness of that bliss.
I shed tears, hollowed out spheres wanting to be filled with what?
It evades me, time and again, the insatiable kiss of that bliss.
I touched its flighty wings once and screamed ecstatic silence.
I fell delirious into its open arms and still I was dismissed by that bliss.
To have tasted of the rapture, but never keep is Jennifer’s madness.
And in death, with only a whisper on lips of the awareness of that bliss.