A poem by the fireside.

So as you shiver in the cold of morning
or in the night that's falling so dark
look into the warming fire burning for you
and see the firy looks of its spark -
my never wearing eye watches over you.

As you walk alone in the heave of the wind
and its whistling all-grabbing claws
listen to the howling of the lonely wolf
and the hunger of its all-grabbing jaws -
my beautiful nature song comes to you.

And when you're lost in this labyrint world
and the cover-up of the trackless snow
look up high in the immense sky
to where the angels and the eagles go -
my always burning star shines for you.

In deep, dark mine alost awandering
or climbing highness of a crumbling peek
hear the poem in the whispering words
of unconditionnal love I speak -
my constant bearing thoughts are with you.

You are not forsaken
you are not forgotten
you are not forlorn
the evil of this world unable to swallow you
the all-covering snow unable to bury you.

I will ride the winds and come for you
and the chills of life will grow warmer
and the gods will smile for you alone
but oh, my love, bewere of all that is, that was, that will be
and guard yourself well
for all this may not happen for a long, long while.