(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 –
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-
Cross over, and then seek Me,
And I will share the wisdom,
When I was speared on Yggdrasil tree.
John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)