Elysian Fields

Whereas the memory of a smile
on you, might cast it's spell
Then lay you on the sands of time
where paradise is hell;

Discern the voice of distance.
Of existent Separation.
Another of Life's cruelest jokes
brought forth in desperation.

When the mind is ever searching
the subconscious meets the light.
Then happiness may turn to fear;
For death will be in sight.

Now you must seize reality,
to why you found this place;
Then you shall feel all that you Loved;
For essence has no face.

The rain becomes the breath of it
You linger in the glow.
You dance in silent consienceness
of all you need to know.