Bliss
This saddened bliss
Comes from living in a world
Hinging on its redemption
But ridden by the fall
This sweet disease
Anticipating the cure
To all the misery around
Watching the clock tick on life
This melancholy festival
Come join the fun
Of those marching onwards
Toward the redeemed grave
This happy affliction
With its moments of birth and play
Bringing forth tears tinged with
Joy and sadness, mirth and mortality
This confused clarity
Of the in between
Not knowing the day or hour
Of the clouds being rolled back
But if it be vocation
To work between heaven and hell
So be it; this pleasant work
Of watching the stars for a void to form in between