Elysion Poem by Elia Michael

I dreamt a dreamy kind of dream, where I
Was in that place they call Elysion
A paradise on earth beneath a sky
That stretched like a blue-domed pavilion

Forgotten is this ugly world of ours
Where pain and misery affect us all
Forgotten is the evil which devours
Our smiles, encouraging the tears to fall

The sunshine falls upon the flowered fields
Releasing fragrant perfume to the air;
It is where love abounds and where it wields
A power, beautiful beyond compare.

Alas it was a dream, it was not real
This magical Elysian ideal