Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper

alas

the bliss--

the absolute bliss
of the fall--

of the magic   we once had
in here in

our

relentless pursuit
of perfection and happiness:

a piece of The Bliss
breaks off.
it is mine.

i carry it in
my pocket like a rock,
and it is mine...

my piece of bliss
to feed you

next time
your feet get twisted
 in the
chains of growing up.