ARKADIAN SKY

You see it, you feel it
On a languid Summer's day,
The longing to climb the cumulus stairways
To the high blue portals of Elyseion.
It is there where the roadways
Of past and future meet:
Where sweetheart waits for lover
From lives long flown away;
Where enemies forgive wrongs gone before,
And youth is sculpted in each form forever.

Do you build those crystal citadels,
You who die young?
Do we inherit that ancient Peace,
We who die old?