Radiant

"It was only a sunny smile,
And little it cost in the giving.
But like the morning light, it scattered the night
And made the day worth living"

-Anon

Memories

The obstruction moved and it came flowing in
Soothing fluid, transparent, yet rich
Surrounding me again, washing me again

I waded in the rush and let it refresh
Showered me, lovingly, and awoke me
Once again, saturating me with bliss

And the stream... eventually stopped
It receded, dried up, and ran out
And again, I wish it could have lasted

Love

Oh... *sigh

I seem to have the fear that in telling others of esoteric feelings I experience, there will be a parallax between I and the viewer -- where I will believe to consider myself as does an emphatic poet and the viewer will interpret me to be a boastful show-off.

The previous statement itself is an esoteric feeling.

Aw crap.

"Swansea" - Bombay Bicycle Club (covered by @iwantaltitude)