A poem with an Atlantean theme
Ten thousand year vigil of
Lone heart-winds and hidden dawns singing
in remnant stars of childhood dream.
Precocious glory, primeval gift,
Shining white and seven hued
Fire of high flaming seas,
Rain of peace and ancient descent,
Relic Light of ages closed by tempest seas.
Long have you waited for a
New crowned ancient Truth to shine
Rise high. The season is come
The forgotten promise fulfilled.
Dark tides, ancient enemies
But the Word flames in
The shackle is broken
The bond cast aside
The Blood is shed, and
The gift ever new is renewed.
The Seas once closed release old
Power that this time comes with
Fortunate agony of ten thousand years
A new Light of seven rays.