Bliss

The times when birdsong is so sweet in your ears,
The times when it melts you away from this place,
When all worries are matched with devout hope for the years,
These are the times of true joy and pure bliss.

In the mountains and trees and rivers and the sea,
So much beauty awaits the one who strives.
Every direction you face, slowly circling, you'll see,
Every reason for the peace that survives.

No need for glory, no ambition for power,
Lust, exiled, for the time being.
For this kingdom of Love exists at this hour,
It is perfect in my dream that I'm seeing.

I'd give anything to realise this dream here on earth,
As would anyone with charitable reason,
To lay safe, with one love, beside the warm hearth,
And that kiss, such bliss, to deny it is treason.