Bliss

Bliss

I can find the right words for
Pleasure I take in something,
Or the joy someone gives me.
I can trace wild happiness
That springs out of nowhere
To its well-hidden source.
But that overwhelming tide of bliss
That sweeps through me unbidden
On an ordinary night
Beneath an ordinary sky,
Bathed
In the silence of the rising dew
And setting moon,
Leaves room
For neither thought
Nor words
Nor verse.
It is a rhyme -- lost to reason