it was here that we found

an april-time of new souls,

blowing through the wind like dandelion seeds-

gasping for breath,

swaying wooden monuments

in these abandoned hours;

where this untouched world sings

melodic themes of raking intelligibility,

where the ground smirks with secrets,

a grandeur of surreptition-

mysteries kept and hidden

in the deepest ravines of the mind;

as I stood amongst this great secret,

perhaps the greatest the world has to hide,

my eyes began to beat,

and my heart began to blink,

a feeling so foreign to my porcelain shell;

how the streams of water

shout into crescendoes,

echoing throughout the green trodden dynasty,

singing symphonies to wild flowers,

speaking poetry to the leaves-

my ears but a recorder to this splendor;

still I stood,

a Titanic to this forest-

a prisoner of paradise-

my feet like roots in the carpet of moss,

anchoring myself like a great ship;

and dancing atop the liquid glass,

patterened like kaleidoscope eyes,

shines a burning hole-

the giver of life

100 million miles away;

there I found

a precedence of light

gifting this forest,

glittering atop the blossoms,

rays of brilliance warming our

insignificant, blue dot-

an untouched world of unparalledled oneness,

a singularity yet to be discovered;

in the years that pass,

within a life so seldom lasting,

I have yet to return to this

ever ethereal Atlantis-

perhaps in fear that I shall find

an empire of mirrored salt boxes-

or much worse,

nothing more than wooden monuments

of silent cries,

and dying hues.