Bliss Poem by James McLain

Winter sits empty of song.
Open your eyes come away.
And sit where it is that you wish.
Waiting I pass you the dish.
The storm comes from the sea.
From across the isle of man,
came a lovely fresh woman

A beautiful flower grows right across
from me.
Her fragrance it smells like the wind.
By you meeting me,
you were brought up in abundance.

The soft sandy beach it surrounds
our island.
The path down to the sea,
is the ray of the beautiful yellow flower.