GUARDING HIS LOVE

Driven by the high wind
of love-torn skies
Stars came rushing down
Inside the sepulchre
Ripping the clouds apart

My love was here
by the side of my warmth;
A clear envy
of the floating elves
knocking and rattling the air

My kinsmen were on vigil
Guarding my bones and blood
I knew, they had borne me dead long ago
When I was
Weeping my love

Now, that the wish has been cupped
lip to lip, hands in hands
I carry the weight
of their promises, that
They have proven worthy of love

One more wind blew
from the high end of the sky
More stars came rushing inside another sepulchre
As one more kin lay by my side
He too was alive with bones and blood; and we were guarding his love