Elysium

Somewhere from the shadows you pull me out
make me see and I
would wish forever upon that silent star
yearn for the dark jade instead of the light

For the long ago light is now faded
and you are but a distant remembrance
in my flood of dark
inside my drifting tempest

You call me home and I
want that beautiful earth
want that heaven to rest and dream
need it to dream again, the sanctification of my birth

You alone are the green in my heaven world
the soft grassland where I lay
the undulating magic of the nearby hills
the moor to which of myself I eagerly gave

You are the cool blue of the morning sky
where my dreams soar like angels
where my thoughts dance on the tempestuous wind
where my sovereinty is thicker than times cumbersome veil

Its entrancing horizon calls to me now
and like a ghost it walks through my soul
I carefully repeat in waves, the tragic and proverbial mantra
I want to go home...
I want to go home...
I want to go home.