Oh how early the wind gets up!
The sails are high, we are heading North!
We look for remedy
For sadness and loneliness.
We look for intentions
Of underwater creatures -
And our ships are laden with gold
And ale.
When you hear the storm,
Know it is me,
Washing away your grief,
Watching the horizon bright or bleak,
But always imaginative and free.
Deeper than my azure eyes,
The sea is your temptation,
And I lose and find myself
On cold shores
With my faithful friends - dogs and winds.
When we wake up, the harp will be singing
The anthem of courageous seafarers.
© Maryna Tchianova
© Devoted to a Celtic sea goddess Nehalennia
Nehalennia
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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