A moment’s ecstasy is worth a hundred years
In that span of time you forget all your fears,
What happens when it’s over may well be rather sad
May make you weep and let go of some hitherto hidden tears.

That moment of pure ecstasy gets you to the skies
The stars come down from the heavens and into your very eyes,
The world lights up and then there is some magic all around
Till the night turns to day again and it all seemingly dries.

Romance is in the air and then begins the dance
You waltz around alone and to the music prance,
You’re down the river Danube as it gently flows
And you know you’ll never get another moment as this one goes

For, a moment’s ecstasy is worth a hundred years.
And, in that span of time you banish all your fears.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)