In the Elysian Fields I lay,
playing with the flowers
while pointed eared angels are plaiting my hair.

In this place so quiet and serene, and
Melodies are hummed in no great detail, though
their beauty preserves on the breeze.

In the day, Light reaches every crevice,
touches every corner, and inspires a warm breath
to tickle the saddest nerve.

Olive limes twirl from such quavering trees,
and fall like rain on my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips,
Flavouring them so ripe.

Cupid’s arrow has pierced each heart,
has pointed the way to love so pure and innocent,
these are the heralds around me.

And when the night calls,
and assigns each star it’s place amongst the constellations,
we drift off underneath undisturbed.

Silk strokes against my white, freckled skin,
and I awake, surrounded by the unchanged bliss I had forgotten
in the company of my pixies, satyrs and nymphs

who love me unconditionally,
as I love them.

Welcome to this world.
It is more than yours.