Holding on to the tide,
holding to the edge
Of enchantment, striving to
hold and be held,
Holding you to me as we slide
into muck.
Holding to the edge of the
tide, hold me.
All your achievements
gathered to the core of fire
And the eyes bearing down the
celebration of the burning tree
Unchecked in the wind as I
hold you
With your wounds against
mine,
The stones will turn a golden
red,
Winding the wind about us,
clutched by wind.