In Elysium
With faces all aglow
Radiant and warm
Upon our mossy bed
Bathing in the scented air
Of the cool West Wind
Our eyes thirstily imbibing
The sweet sweet pastoral scene
Our spirits are lifted
We have forgotten pain
And hurt and longing
They're a distant hazy memory
All that remains are beauty and grace
A new strength has surged
Dancing in our muscles and sinews
And the marrow of our bones
A lightness ascends
I hear the sound of joyous laughter
Effusive and unrestrained
And am astonished to find it is mine
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
In Elysium
With faces all aglow
Radiant and warm
Upon our mossy bed
Bathing in the scented air
Of the cool West Wind
Our eyes thirstily imbibing
The sweet sweet pastoral scene
Our spirits are lifted
We have forgotten pain
And hurt and longing
They're a distant hazy memory
All that remains are beauty and grace
A new strength has surged
Dancing in our muscles and sinews
And the marrow of our bones
A lightness ascends
I hear the sound of joyous laughter
Effusive and unrestrained
And am astonished to find it is mine
