Under a moon that’s full,
While the ocean currents pull,
I call out to thee,
Northern light and element earthly.
Strengthen your arc,
and encircle accordingly.
Light and air-awaken to feast,
Awaken our circle when you come from the east.
Southern fire-I hold you so dear,
The temperatures rise the closer you near.
Coming around now, so close to completion,
Waters flow in and rule out depletion.
And I break;
to fill up my goblet,
to burn up some incense,
to look up.
Nooz Buffet 