Cris de Borja

Atlantis is sinking into the golden sand
El Dorado will be leaves by dawn light
City of faerie gold
For a gilded day in a century, you can visit this village
but by night, the fog will cover Shangri-La
Oh, and the ochre leaves of autumn blow away
under the veil of night, in Camelot

Come away, come away to the Goblin Market
And when the clock strikes thirteen
We will all fall down
Ashes
Roses
Pale water —
Atlantis is going under the waves
That which was never found
is lost at last.

2009