The rhythm seems to have gone
From my life, the rhyme and repetition
Too, no longer can I feel the beating
Heart
Or fairy dance
Or magical prance
Of unicorns on the moon.

The silly and the sublime,
The beautiful
Hearty laughs
And beaming faces
Filled with
Overflowing joy.
No
Giddy naive excitement
Or
Fleeting
Blushes
Sweetly nervous anticipation
Of the new.

What once beamed
With significance,
Now glimmers dimly;

An ecstatic spark in
The huddled crevice
Of my mind,
Primed to
Jump
For joy
And slide
Down rainbows
Of chocolate swirls
And frolic in daisy fields
And sing in exalted careless tones
Signalling nothing but the very most
Of absolute and purely
Overwhelming
All-consuming
Sickly sweetening
Joy.