Anerca

— Tacet —

I arise from rest with movements swift
As the beat of a raven's wing
I arise
To meet the day
Wa -  wa
My face is turned from the dark of night
To gaze at the dawn of day
Now whitening in the sky 

And I think over again
My small adventures
When with a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger.
My fears,
those small ones
That I thought so big
For all vital things
I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.

Great sea sends me drifting
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