Elysian Fields by Carlos Schwabe Image downloaded from Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository

is that where you are now? 

i asked, the night i found precisely three droplets of water on the lily pad

no, she replied

why speak of it then?

because it feels nice... and dare i say... noble

her voice felt familiar yet different

i couldn't quite put my finger on it  

do you remember when we discussed ideas instead of people, places, things and feelings? 

her words echoed into the purple sky

and pierced through my paper-thin thoughts

i do... but only barely, i replied

and before you ask me why, i will admit to feeling stunted

or stopped dead in my tracks

speak no more, she whispered

it's the beginning as well as the end of everything

elysium awaits... her dark voice blended into the night

before whispering... for neither you nor me

ever since, i've spent every waking moment for her return

but the lily pads remain bare

while the tips of my finger nails turn yellower by the hour