Bliss
By: Toireasa

Shing-ring-ring

The only sound,
Soft bells,

Shing-ting-ting

A long hallway,
brightened by simmering sconces,

Shing-ring-ring

Silent feet,
Treading down the warm wood,

Shing-ting-ting

Dark skin,
Brightened at the ankle,
Soft silver bells,
Ring in unison,
With every other step.

Shing-ring-ring

A moment like this,
Where only peace reigns,
That is bliss.