I walk along a path of a frozen field, just my shadow and me. <br />And it’s quite funny, like the witty morning weather; <br />Flowers now racing, just to be blooming for me, <br />How can it be so quiet, with all the buzzing bees? <br />Eloquently smiling and effortlessly free <br />Expanding all there known borders, paying daily witness <br />To all the chaos our higher assembly orders, <br />Emotions not letting me out, trapped here forever <br />The beauty of the land is all I ever wanted and or needed, but <br />I’m just too dumb to surrender, should’ve took head when I needed, <br />But I’m realising now, I’ll never be checking me out <br />Not now I know I got what I needed <br /> <br />This place ripples on forever, on and on ending never <br />And here I can lay truly forgotten, hypnotised by the blues <br />Heavily drunk on the crystal morning dew, <br />I think im gonna hide here, I know, without fear I so truly do <br />The beauty the peace the happiness and power this place yields <br />Are mesmerising anchors that keep me here, <br />In my own personal Elysium fields<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-own-personal-elysium-fields/
