The sea calls to me,
Her siren song invoking
That longing in my heart

From land I depart,
Set sail,
Open water,
Open heart,
Wind blowing,
The sun, on the horizon, glowing

Songs of freedom on my salt kissed lips,
As I pull from that eternal womb,
Her bounty freely given.

I feel the cut of the line,
Smooth against skin roughened by toil
Blood for blood.
Now I am a part of her forever,
Mother from whence we all came,

And she cares for us, her children
Though we long left her,
Seeking out that life on land
But still she reaches for us,
Foamy fingers caressing golden sand.

The sea calls to me,
Her siren song invoking
That longing to return to a freedom lost.

(c) Geeta Boodansingh 2010

The Final Battle: Of the beginning and the Fall of the Guardians.

In the days of nothingness,
all was black with emptiness;
The Gods then did the dance of light,
And dawn then came, golden bright
From this spark began the world,
And life slowly did unfurl;
Then in the gardens of the past,
The fate of elven kind was cast,
For the Goddess of life laid down,
From her body the realm she formed,
Sky and rock and tree and sea,
All from her they came to be,
Her spirit then did fill the land,
And molded elves from golden sand,
Into them her life she breathe,
And power too, did she seed;
A link she formed,
With living elf,
And earth and sky and sea,
And self,
To tend her realm the elves did yearn,
The art of life did they learn,
But in the darkness there had been,
Vile things that lurked unseen within,
And evil did they try to breed,
Destruction did they try to seed;
So the Gods they danced again,
And to the realm,
Guardians send,
They came in mail and raiment bright,
Armed with the glory of the light,
And fled, the evil, from their might,
To a realm far from sight
Then the guardians stayed in guise,
Of lesser Gods and Goddesses wise,
And taught the elves their power to use,
Light over dark for them to choose
And so the age of elves began;
Far before the coming of man,
Who came from a realm beyond this place,
And knew not the light of grace;
So the guardians, then did take,
Mortal form so in man to wake,
Knowledge of the realm in which they dwelt,
And respect for all of nature’s wealth,
But man though quick in learning grew,
From them no magic did ensue,
And jealous they become of elves,
And angry with the guardians themselves,
And so they broke the ancient ties,
Defying the will of the guardians,
Then in the lands did strife arise,
The guardians then in anger shed,
The blood of man,
After which it is said,
From grace the guardians fast they fell,
What happened then no one could tell,
But the legends, still they say
The guardians will return one day,
When the angram does appear,
And demons rule with fright and fear,
Then the Final Battle will begin,
And the champions of light will win,
If found in time a weapon of might,
Forged by Arya for the light,
So now this song unfinished be,
Until that day of bliss and glee,
When a new age the realm will see,
Till then light’s victory will be the elven plea.

(c)Geeta Boodansingh 2006