When the night is long and my sleep is fretful
I go to a place where my mind flows free -
A distant shore where the wind blows softly
Sweet music of the ancients engulfs me;
A lilting, sad refrain that touches my heart,
Overwhelming feeling washes over me
I am in a place of soul recognition -
A long ago kingdom by the sea;
Brilliant sunlight kissing azure waves
As salt-sea sprays against the cliffs,
I stand poised on the edge of the world
With the wind blowing through my long blonde hair,
Long flowing white gauze envelopes me,
Bronzed skin warm in the shimmering sunlight,
Arms outstretched, head tilted back
Offering a prayer to the gods;
Atlantis is calling to me in my dreams
And I respond.
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancient-dreaming/
