Elysiums Lost Melody

In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive, A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway; To a realm unseen, where hearts believe, Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay, A world where reverie and reality secretly play. Through the veil of verity… …Aisling nocturnally creates, Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme, A world untouched by changing tides and capricious fate. In this land, where we lose track of all time, A place where voices harmonize; oh, so surreal, so sublime. A city of silence, a forest of fears, The cloud-kissed towers, an ocean of sorrow, Beneath twilight's gentle, silent tears. An ephemeral world free of yesterdays and tomorrow, A dreamscape unfolding where sleep freely borrows. A tremor runs through castle walls, A sigh escapes the forest deep, Twilight's tears turn into calls Of roosters waking from their sleep. The ocean's sorrow shimmers pale A canvas primed for sun's first brush. The mountains, caught in morning's veil Dissolves to silence, whispers hush. As a new dawn dances the dream dissipates The illusion shatters reality reinstates. For the land was an Elysium delight A mere mirage in the moonlit night. Dissolving in dawn's delicate dance …like a mist in morning sacred light. Fading Starlight sifts through leaves, painting emerald shadows on the ground. Lost in the morning's mellowness, a sigh escapes, the dream departs, unrenown… Though dawn reclaims the waking world, a yearning in my heart resides, For Elysium's lost melody, where time and sorrow gently subside.