Dark, less-light, on warm-pale blue canvas
Bare firmly into the deepest aperture of gaze
Purely immersed -- strange and impatient

In certain I questioned
Is it real what I'm seeing or
Am I even sleeping?

Through prosperity it exists
It bounced with no ground below it
And it collapsed with no peak above it

At times it hits like a kiss
Once in a while it came like a twinge

It is so lovely yet sometimes so weary
As bliss and joy it brings, it gets ignored and undoubted.