elyzium
at the entrance of eden
some dark shadow crept
daylight ended
in most distant darkness
flowers slept
dust settled faintly
upon the shining stones
and the high spires
crowned in evening sun
soon to set
behind the sharpened edges
of forgotten mountains
dimly lit
by starlight and dreams
come the night
and the silence for ages
to be

in times
and times again

until the moon has crowned another one