lost and forgotten juveniles poems: Moments of bliss

 A moment passed through me—
I don’t know what it was,
But an ecstasy,
Unending, ever-lived, cherished—
Like standing amidst a thousand blossoms.

And yet, those blossoms
Could never have given me
That moment—
The one that stole my whole night.

But I know—I am alive,
Blissfully amazed by the past,
Standing still,
Wishing it had lasted forever...