Droplets fall, but they aren't tears,
Darkness descends, but it gives me no fears,
The sun shines, but it isn't hot,
This echo in my mind, it is and it is not:
Anticipatory Bliss.
I cough, but it doesn't hurt me,
I drink wine, my sight blurs but I can still see,
Is that a fairy? Hic, hic, oh please,
I still know that I can smile and tease:
Anticipatory Bliss.
With a flutter of a heart and a coy grin,
I can feel surges of something deep within,
Enough to blossom my thoughts and all around,
Here and there are tinkles of a beautiful sound:
Pixie
