First dawn, still – earth blue-gray haze

I walk on golden sand beside the sea,

barefoot; a breeze billows my skirt…

Mist rises, cools my brow – soothes my soul.

A horse of the sea calls me to hop astride,

we soar out atop the depths, then we rest,

joining a white crescent moon in its sleep

after a long night of reflection, golden

glow on sand and sea.

Lulled by a lunar lullaby,

we rest on the breast of the tides.

As dusk comes, we soar back to shore.

I return to my one-time world,

the moon returns to the heavens,

metamorphosing back to gold.