A poem celebrating joy. It is set in the imaginary world of fauns and elves.
TO THE ELIXIR OF JOY
O come sweet lute to lead my heart
to mount the stair of haze and trance
so I may stroll in glades with elves
and tend my ear to fond tales past.
O age long faun I crave your peace
the path you tread with lords of grace
who line green aisles to part the veil
that hides their gifts from men too high.
O let light beam where joys oft sing
and robe my mind in dreams of love.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
