The Feeling
Is felicity
Feelings are like peelings,
And the deeper that I go,
Often, I feel lost for words,
Words that I don’t know.
Yet the overriding feeling,
It is easy to define,
The words we use are sealing,
What are yours and mine?
The feeling is felicity,
Though of a different kind,
The ease and simplicity,
They are beautifully aligned.
A design of destiny,
A path not trod before,
Hours that pass pleasantly,
And plenty more in store.
I have the ticket, paid the fare,
I’m bound for who knows where,
Hand in hand as a pair,
Things we’ve yet to share.
Thoughts that lift and levitate,
Thoughts that fly away,
In my mind, I meditate,
Every day.
There’s something different in the air,
The flutter of a dove,
There waiting if we dare,
That feeling some call love.
Though I know I’m lost for words,
Yet living in the now,
And yet the words that I heard,
Have happened anyhow.
©
David Rudder
2022
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