But my heart still
feels cold.
What light can
cheer my soul now that you have gone?
What warmth can
cheer my bed?
Your lips full
and red are but a memory on mine.
Your hands large
and rough a memory on my skin.
O curse the day
the longboats left these shores.
Your wife cries
for you.
Your children
cry for you.
Our tears fill
the sea and reach across miles of ocean to you.
May your ship
return heavy with cargo.
May you return
to me as I wait heavy with child.
And may the feast
that awaits you be worthy of your deeds.
And may you hold
me in the night again and whisper to me of your love.
