She rode the waves of mercy
Climbing with every swell
A Venus in every mystery
Searching the world round
She cried with every bit of
Excitement in the air
Like fireworks in her eyes
A flair inside her heart
She amplified the colours
That rose so bright at daybreak
In every exhale of her breath
More mountains rose to shine
She left three marks to show the way
In a maze of lost lagoons
For every star that awoke at night
Was here for her to stay
Buri, Buri, Bor’s three sons
– Odin, Vili, Ve of Bestla –
Take pain from frost ogre’s Bos
Who suckled life
To Ginnungagap’s gain:
Fire to ice,
Melt to freeze,
Blood to water,
Flesh to land,
Bones to mountains.
But pass great peaks
Will come to be,
Ask and Embla
Be flesh to climb,
Ask and Embla
Shall mind land too.
From our Odin: spirit;
From our Vili: will;
From our Ve: wisdom.
Together a triad,
True Aesir indeed.
Oh my stars and heavenly angels
I’ve fluttered down to delightful petals
Can you match my imagination in colour?
The garden, it’s fresh
Spilling over onto grass
Roaming over mountains
With one tiny seedling
And filling our noses
Of such sweet sweet nectar
Harvested in spells so thick
Even sunshine pauses here a while
With daisies, and pansies
Tulips and violets
Poppeys and bleeding hearts
Such beautiful glory
For my days on this earth
Every day filled with laughter
Tickling my nose and
Infecting my colour
Spreading my wings
As I take dizzied flight
Lost in such intoxication
That float me on
Into the day of love
Oh my stars and heavenly angels
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A trip
A golden voyage
Into the depths of sunsets
Into the ranges of mountains
Lost in bliss
Lost to this