HOLY VITASTA – THOU ART MY BLOOD

A tear, a scarlet drop, a bud ready to blossom
Touched thy holy grace – O Vitasta!
Configurations and arrangements came alive
Ripples seen far and wide.

Mother, thou art of my blood
Swaying, swinging, singing fast
Drowsy at once I grow, forgoing ties of past
Curled as the fetus was.

On the shore, they call my name
I’m not that one anymore
Looked around found another
Barely alive, swimming along
Eyes shut, we sink in your embrace