You are that lost continent,
I the tempestuous sea,
Wanting to wash up on your fabled shore,
Caress your endless sandy beaches,
Splash up, rush ceaselessly,
Against your rocky ramparts.
You are that mythical far off land,
That country I can only dream of.
I am the wanting sea,
Honouring the mystical moon,
Only able to dream about your source,
A tide of love that ebbs and flows,
Shaping your formidable coastline,
Carving its way across your perfect nature,
Rafting your marvelous sparkling rivers,
Perpetually dashing through your rapids and canyons,
Spilling o'er your lush green valleys, 
Frothing through your towering forests,
Where your sacred springs like crystal,
Surging into the very deepest part,
Of my endless passionate ocean.