Fire of air
Air inflamed fire
Water of Earth
Earth shored water
Spirit unifies by wish divine
Bring me now, that which is mine.
The Earth beckons water...
Come bank at my shore
The place to be seen and heard,
Worshiped, adored.
You flow freely, never held back in the mire
You freely flow, to do as you desire.
The anchor of shore, a welcome respite
To rest, to love, a sailor's delight.
Swim home, oh Lord of the Great Green Sea
Replenish, renew, receive....what you need from me.
The sun does shine, on this Golden Shore
It waits it waits, for the one it adores.
June 1, 2015
©2015 Nadia Romanov
