(When Odin spoke to me in dreams)

This emptiness –

Will soon be filled;

You have hungered, far too long.

The silence –

Will be broken

When sweet words, caress your tongue;

I will shorten-

Your great agony,

With months replacing years;

The flooded field,

Will soon subside,

And along with it, your tears;

A new dawn –

Is arriving

Let the rising rays collect your pain,

Then with the setting of that Sun,

Delete all memories – and her name.

When the Lake of Swans-

Is frozen,

Cross over, and then seek Me,

And I will share the wisdom,

When I was speared on Yggdrasil tree.

 

John Anthony Fingleton  (Löst Viking)