My Elysian Fields Poem by Lauren Kapusta

In my hours of idleness, I have pondered.
I have dreamt of my final home that I,
Hope I will reach and someday see.
No one knows what awaits so I may guess.
It must be as lovely and as peaceful as the,
Golden and sunbathed Elysian Fields.

I emerge through the tunnel, drawn to the,
Heavenly, warm light at the other end.
I pictured my fields to be stunning,
Beyond all sensation and far more comely,
Than any other natural scene on Earth.

A flawless sapphire is my sky, occasionaly,
Pocked by pure and volumnious clouds.
At my feet there are irises and roses,
Whose vibrancy is simply unrivaled.
The breath of the Lord rustles my curled,
Locks and caresses the perfect fields.
The scents of the the flora are intoxicating,
And overpowering, soothing the soul within the soul.

Across the realm, there are mountains made,
Of blue silver, capped by eternal snow.
Deep and serene lakes lay nestled in vallies,
Between the stone giants.
In the distance, a city made of pearl and,
Gold outshines everything else.

Familiar and winged escorts descend from,
The sky, their mission to take me home.
I discover my new legs and press on.
His arms are outstretched, welcoming him home.