Elysium Lost

There have been many pleasantries As a moppet over the years: The countless summer night breezes That whistled music in my ears; Or lay supine and gaze above At the moonlit star studded sky And conceive my dreams undreamed of As they emerged before my eyes. But gone are those childish whimsies Those were born of the wind and stars. Gone are the musical breezes That once filled those nights… au revoir! Gone is that place where I once reigned Yet in my heart it still remains.