Atlantis

Voices from the past tease me with glimpses within your shroud of mystery.
Times gone by a proud race locked now in the arms of myths, legend tales.
I sense your presence stirring memories of times, long lost in minds recesses.
Deep feeling of mixed emotions, pleasant yet a hidden sense of deepest loss.
Your world strangely familiar, yet quite different from the one I now do see.

I have sailed your greatest oceans, trod upon the earth from whence you came.
Sounds of laughter, children free to play. Reaching out so I again may hear.
Released from the toil of spoken words, clarity of thoughts own words clear.
The sweet scented smells carried on winds not ravaged by mans careless hand.
Thought given wings, like birds to fly, dancing among clouds in clear blue sky.

Pyramid hub eight arms that reached far beyond the city's web like circles plan.
Behind you from which flowed cool fresh streams a backbone of mountains high.
In front, to horizon and beyond lay deep wild ocean mastered and sailed by you
Upon a green and fertile plain you sit, white houses in orderly paved city streets.
In harmony with Mother Nature, your balanced agriculture gave as well as took.

Voices from the past tease me with glimpses within your shroud of mystery.
What is this you reveal only now? Where once existed only one, eight more!
Each of your arms tells a story of another eight centres plus yourself. Nine in all!
Incarnations in one and all serve to confuse me more, what are these memories?
Am I faced with picture within picture? Is this where your hidden secret lies?

Poetry by English poet David King