Beatific

The day is bright,

And the sun has risen,

From the darkness of the doleful past.

The eerie aura,

Seems to demure away,

From bright light and jocundity.

Merriment seems to be hegemonic,

With no trace of chilling silence,

that once engulfed my mind.

It’s infectious,

It’s beatific,

It’s a state of mind.