Elysian Fields

One who entered the fields of bliss

saw neither black nor white.

The eyes saw sunlight in parched sapphire,

and endless fields in sight.

The tips of wheat were glistened gold-

as rich as a jeweled crown.

Yet rural area was everywhere,

and no single sign of a town.

Fingers felt the tips of golden wheat-

deep in meditation and joyful and glee.

For those who died came to the Elysian Fields,

their souls finally free.