WASH GENTLY OVER ME

(song poem to Georgian Bay 2004)

(as recorded by Lucille Robitaile)

Here I stand

beside your shore

I need to feel your dreams

I need to ride

the sound of Your waves

and let them wash gently over me

I bow to Your knowledge

and the seasons as they spin by

still I wonder if you feel

one as small as I

I’ve felt the bite

of Your north winds burning

drive for the south

closed my eyes when sun lit sparks

have flown from your mouth

yes I’ve known your furry

Your waves grind granite to sand

still I’m here

at your shore

waiting for your hand

When I thirst you in

and there’s nothin’,

there’s nothin’

left to say

I’ll be here at Your shore

ready to wade in

I’ll let Your ancient dreams

forever wash gently over me.