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~ Poetry by me ~

 

Driftwood                                  Driftwood - MP3
                                                 Driftwood - Guitar Tabs
Adrift on the ocean for ages and more,
The waves finally washed us ashore;
Senselessly lying around on the beach,
We were limbless and lame, without hearing or speech.

We could not see the sun, we were blind;
To grasp the world we had no mind,
We had no breath to utter one word,
And we had no fate to bear, and no wyrd.

Dead wood from Yggdrasil´s branches,
Drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


Until three mighty Gods came along,
Three Aesir found us tree trunks strong;
And they stopped walking the lonely sands
And took the dead wood into their hands.

They looked at us, and their gaze went deep:
Beneath the rough bark they saw waiting asleep
Wildness and wisdom, mischief and gladness,
Courage and foolishness, love and sadness.

Dead wood from Yggdrasil´s branches
Drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


So each of the Aesir did shape and create,
As Odin gave ectasy, Hoenir gave fate;
Lodur gave life and first breath to breathe,
And comely colors, appearance to please.

They carved and they made us from hard wood, engraved
With powerful runes and with glorious staves.
Ash tree and Elm tree as names they did give,
And called us awake - and we started to live.

Living wood from Yggdrasil´s branches,
Drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


We were Ask and Embla, the first ever pair;
We wondered and marveled at Midgard the Fair;
For the first time we were listening to birds,
And an echo of fire and ice we heard.

We wandered freely far and wide
In the garden of Midgard with Gods by our side,
For wherever our ways would lead us,
We always could feel the Powers who made us.

Living wood from Yggdrasil´s branches,
Drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


Restlessly, driven, we wander the lands,
Our futures written in water and sand,
Free as the birds and as leaves shifting,
We´re drifting along, and drifting and drifting...

Living wood from Yggdrasil´s branches,
We´re drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


Living wood from Yggdrasil´s branches,
We´re drifting along on a sea of chances,
Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.

Here today, and tomorrow far,
Mmm – Driftwood we are.
Mmm – Driftwood we are.
Mmm – Driftwood we are.


© Michaela Macha


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Image: "Odin, Hoenir and Lodur" by ~spanielf: This work is licensed under a
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