My Elysian...
I got a glimpse of you,
Inside the crowded city bus
You stood still in the narrow alley
With your eyes closed.
My Elysian...
I heard your voice,
Humming along with the wind
You sat in the park bench
Two steps away from me.
My Elysian...
I feel your warmth,
When you strode past in the train
You were there, again.
My hands could touch you.
My Elysian...
I waited for you,
At the corners of the city
To see once again
And to set my heart at peace.
Elysian (n) beautiful and creative; peaceful and perfect