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.