At night, I climb the lone path to the promontory
The forest ends, the sky opens
I glance out, my spirit soars
Sea waves wash the feet of wind-combed cliffs
With moonlight for guide
Wisps of predawn mist shuttle across the horizon
The goddess of night seductively beckons
Her company cordially declined
She ascends to her heavenly lair
The black veil lifted
The passage for Apollo’s golden chariot is again assured
Vigilant I stand awaiting news from the far-off east.
© 1977, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
