In Elysian Fields
Nature yields.
The sun, the moon the sky, and the stars
In vaults of endless blue
Echoes deep memories
Like drops of morning dew.
The heavens spread before my eyes
Set in Elysian Fields
Where harvesting of golden dreams
Is reaped in bounteous yields.
My eyes drink in the beauty
And reflect diamonds in the sky
Placed in a symmetrical sequence
On sunbeams fleeting by.
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In the hue of early dusk
And the purple patch of evening
The misty moments of the night
Condense from moments of breathing.
It seems like seventh heaven
And walking on cloud nine
The yields from Elysian Fields
Are being yours and mine.
Each day when I walk by the shore
My heart vaults o’er the moon
Floating in the morning sky
Like a glowing white balloon.
The beauty of the sea and sky
Merge deep within my senses
Free of myth and fantasy
Deception or pretences.
©
David Rudder
2024
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