Elysium Poem by Barry Middleton

Throughout our life we wonder.
What lies ahead in Elysium,
beyond the triumphant arch?

Could it be Paris in springtime,
where gods and poets
stroll the boulevard?

Is it a place where art survives
the ravages of time and war,
a peaceful garden park?

May we rest there by the river,
where the sun is a golden cup
filled with eternal grace?

Why then am I afraid,
afraid to embrace deliverance,
where peace and justice abide?