A bliss, a glimpse, an evanescence of eternity. I look into heaven, the sight of it. Though a glance, just a glint, but enough to etherify all and input joy, an infinitesimal joy. Did that just happen?
The look that meets the eye as the eyes meet and lock. Not a stare, but bare. An involuntary shudder through the human frame that causes the soul to quiver by righteous means. Can that happen?
The questions more while answers stay still. The movement gracious while the earth stands still, the motion, every gesture becharm. And these confined in store within the chambers of the heart. How can that happen?
Muteness conquer you seem to concur. The attention aimed and caught, nothing occurs beyond the binoculars beams. Obediently espousing, yet not by a froward will but this enchantment coercion accepted. Does that happen?
Angels could sing, there are angels, the believe docks. A God is smiling and heaven is reachable or that lad cupid’s grin as his bow lets go. Fear nonetheless, a smothered scream an arrow through the heart. Would that happen?
Adrift, beneath, a scene of all that is beautiful and in closeness of beauty displayed. A world forgotten as this heaven takes influence of innocence. Rooted immobile yet the ground features no steps. Can that happen?
The horizon roams ready, a light blinding. Contours and dissonances invade. A fruitless search to confirm in a desperate mess of confused panic infested trance. There art thou, a certainty. That did just happen?
But what after if eternity just took place in a second? Can a hunt yield a reality? Will that bliss quit disappearance and form existence to the extent of a firm touchable chassis? Yes, the volition in the absence. What could make it happen?
P Bryan Njoroge.
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