Regression Poem by Josephine Dunn

Regression



On the crest of the hill,
I stood,
At the foot of the mountain,
On the edge of the sea,
Waiting.

Divested in a gown of white,
Encircling my brow
The crystal headdress
Crown of Atlantis,
Priestess.

Gazing at the far horizon,
Calling silently
With my thoughts
Throughout the Universe
Amplified.

2004 - revised February 2009

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