"Reflection of Atlantis"
Standing on the hill, beneath the stars
Pensively observing the city below
Its lights glinting as a reflection
Of the luminescence of the night sky
On a pool of silver glass.
Forsaking the simplicity of his thinking
And drawing back the veil
Reveals a glimpse of Atlantis,
Resurfaced from the black depths,
Existing, as before in unsuspecting quietude.
Those that dwell within—
Unaware of the fateful wave
Rising before them like a colossus,
Standing, a testament to their presence
Once all traces have been lost to the deep
--In pursuing their aspirations, are blinded
By their persistency, and yet,
Something stirs in the darkest corners
Of their consciousness:
The faintest shadow of memory,
Elusive as the remembrance of a dream
In the first rays of morning.
Thus they are taken,
By a single wave.
How long were they drowning?
How long were their hearts flooded,
Immersed in waves of desire
Before that terrible night
When the city was banished to the sea?
At once the veil returns
Leaving one standing on a hill
Lost in his own reflections
Musing about the city below
Whose lights flicker complacently
Against the backdrop of midnight—
A reflection of Atlantis
--And considering the waves approaching the shore.
December 3, 2005
Author's Note: I wrote this as an experiment in free verse poetry, or maybe its blank verse. In any case, I really liked the idea of this. I realize that this is really poetic and sort of dramatic, but please bear with me. Reviews are very much appreciated.