"Bliss" - from Rhymes Lost to Reason: The poetry of Peter Elyakim Taussig

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