Fleeting moments of bliss are glimpses
Of the possible, of the heavenly
Moments of small, beautiful dreams
Within a largely nightmarish reverie
Tingling and exciting the sense of senses
They are lightning flashes, brilliant strokes
Of brightness, and spontaneity
Within a dark brooding sky, sans the cheers
That comes with stars as in the starry sky
Where a show of brilliance appears
In this worldly sojourn, overshadowed much
The seeker hopes for such glimpses
No matter however fleeting, how elusive
They help ease the longings, putting legs to patience, and hope
Fleeting moments of bliss they may be
They are still a peek into the heavenly
Whilst chains still hold us down here
Locked to this reverie called existence
It’s the glimpses of the possible, we crave
