Fields of Elysium.
A solemn Moon pearly bright,
Beckoning flute, enticing pipes,
Filling the night with melodic grace,
Falling, caressing, Earth's upturned face.
Spellbound Soul dances free,
Seduced by the haunting euphony,
Enraptured, captured, in rhythmic tone,
Gravities grasp at last dethroned.
Transcending time in unity,
Exaltation, ecstasy.
O Great God Pan, delirium,
Portal to Elysium.
©Sara Lovell