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.