
Lying near my home
Is a gateway to Elysium
Framed in dusky silver
And gilded green
A breeze of cool peace
Flows through like breath
When I stand in the gate I see
A tree
A forest
A peach dripping with the sweetest of juice
A stony road glowing golden in the sunshine
But these are everyday things
Can this be Elysium?
If you stand and listen to the silence
You will find
Like Dorothy and the Lion
Elysium was in you all along
Right in the hollow of your heart
by Nell Walton
5/31/19