A warm breeze
Rushes past my face
Tangles my hair
A scent of lilies
Is left to linger,
Hanging in the air

Another rumble
Far off & distant sound
It cannot reach us
It must not come
Why 'o why must we leave
Our beautiful land

The sun glints in the distance
On golden peaks of sacred temples
Goddess keep them safe
I pray

They say we will return one day
I know not when
Will the breeze still carry the scent of lilies?
Will the ocean still rush up on the shore?
Today we are leaving Atlantis
I will see it every night
In my dreams
Until my feet touch this land once more."

*Poetry by J.Sinfield

Written to accompany this painting in the book

'Visions Of Atlantis' published by Ellen Million Graphics.