Aztec Mirage
Here is the gold I have found on my way—
Shimmering here in my sight,
Cast in a circle, a cosy array,
Spilling mellifluous light.
Treasure to guard in my memory vaults,
Treasure of limitless worth,
Glorious — all of my spirit exalts!
Lost in this watery mirth.
Black chasm magnitude, black hanging deeps,
Blacker than hell one might say,
But all this gold I hold ever, for keeps,
Gold glinting brighter than day.
ADL
adamdaniel 