Master of the tides consider my plea. Blood Ink on this Purity Stone inscribes a heart, encircled. I summon my love home along the leafy path beside the reflecting pool, bathed in sunglow on a cloudless morning.
Master of the tides consider my cause. Inscribed purity stone in crimson satin swaddling. Our children sleep, dreaming of their father's safe return. upon their foreheads he has placed his eternal kiss.
Master of the tides, as I stand in your waxing light consider my words inscribed on this purity stone nurtured in the fragrant earth. The shape of my shadow carries half my beating heart. I summon my love home.