elysian
Published in
Jan 25, 2021
she visits me from time to time
reaching out a gentle, delicate hand
to grace my soul with the spirit of solitude
she teaches me the ways of nature
to flow freely with the river
or to be carried by the winds
she opens the doors of my subconsciousness
bringing me to endless plains of undisturbed lands
and sings to me the breathy, harmonic voices of zephyrs
she guides me in walking these pristine slates of earth
to feel the refined, hardened dirt beneath my feet
to spread my fingers and feel the caress of tender winds
she gifts me these planes of tranquility
where i can saviour the absence of control
these planes of tranquility in which i call my elysian fields
