Dreaming snippets of stories
under the stars' watchful gaze
My Lady guiding us through the woods
my Lord gaurding us from emotion's haze

I lie soft and still
four swords around me lain
Protection against the waking sun
and the world's grasping stain

Silent, still, yet moving universally
I search through astral flotsam
Gripping tendrils of lives gone by
I wade through energetic jetsam

I wake to night
Wrists burn through binding cords
Words dripping through my fingers
Surrounded by Lord, Lady, and Swords