My tether withers without
The hearth
We feed them milk and honey
Mead and ale
We give them time
For time well spent
To get us here
They smile on my songs
And bless me
With their voice in dreams
Their hands when I am lost
They know the way
An ancestor alone’s enough
To brave the storm
We hear them in the rain and call
Of wild birds hunting
They see us on the wing
And they remember
