ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ ᛗᛁᛞᚷᚢᚨᚱᛞ

ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ ᛗᛁᛞᚷᚢᚨᚱᛞ,

ᛈᚱᛖᛈᚨᚱᛖ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚹᚨᚱ

ᛚᛟᚹᛖ zᛖᚢᛋ

ᚦᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᚦᛖ ᛚᛟᚲᚲ

ᛗᛁ ᛚᛟᚢᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚦᛖ ᚲᛖᚢ

ᚹᚺᛖᚾ ᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚲ ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ

ᚦᛖ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛊ ᛏᚢᚱᚾ ᛏᛟ ᛚᛖᛏᛏᛖᚱᛊ

ᛊᚨᚢ ᛁᛏ ᚾᛟᚹ

ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚹᚨᛁᛏᛁᛜ ᛟᚾ ᚦᛖ ᛈᛟᚱᚲᚺ

ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛏᚨᚱᛊ ᛟᚾ ᛗᛁ ᛚᛖᚠᛏ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚢ ᛟᚾ ᛗᛁ ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ

ᚠᛟᚱᛖᚢᛖᚱ ᚢᚱᛊ

ᚠᚱᛖᛃᚨ,

The ravens just landed on my windowsill carrying one of your golden hairs.  

I held it to the candle and it sang your name in sparks.

Tonight the moon is only half, but my heart is full.  

When you ride across the sky, slow your cats for one heartbeat.  

I’ll be the fool on the rooftop waving a single white feather.

If you lean down, I’ll trade every tomorrow for one kiss that tastes like sunrise.

Yours, even if the world ends at dawn,  

the watchman who never blinks.