Gazing upon
the lost bay of Atlantis
gilded with mist,
drifting and diaphanous,
I fill with rapture.
Robed in the silhouette
of a weeping darkness,
I bow in homage
to this sacred beauty.
A gold moon rises now
from behind the black mountain,
casting an illumined path
directly to my heart.
And like a gull’s song
sweeping the night,
my spirit soars.