Tranquil taste

Nothing was too short
not even sorrows of light and dawn or even the virtues which she still beholds..

Not many were able to see
the glimmer that made them glow..
Not many were able to hear the tales of fortune left behind.

What was she a garden of solitude or a grave of fireflies
Or imagine being a garden full of fireflies  
were stars came down and skies teased them back

Not wind nay storm
Nor flood of any kind
No cries of immortal pain
Never starve for unwanted graves
Or ever beg for blasphemy in love..

She may uphold the virtues she had
the world may think of creeps and crawls
While she may think of nothing but more
than a blissful moment of tranquil taste.