Driftwood washed on ancient shore,

The gods carved forms the earth then bore.

Woman and man, still in the grain,

Will they understand they're made for pain?

 

The wind grew roots, the wood drew breath

Broke the hush heard before death.

Embla and Ask, with life bestowed,

They woke when silence flowed.

 

Ever rooted in elm and ash,

The first, they watch, as ages pass.

Not gone, but changed, they still remain:

Guardians carved into time’s domain.

 

They watch more than the world unfold,

Those who come when it grows cold,

The last to love, the last to grieve,

The last who dream before they leave.​

 

What we give, and what we feel,

Outlasts the self, outlasts the real.

The ones who were, the ones to be,

All held in infinity.

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The tree, the sky, the stone, the stream,

All hold the trace of that shared dream.

Not gone, but changed, they still remain:

Guardians carved into time’s domain.

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Not stars, not stone, not breath, not flame,

But all of these, and none the same.

A love not measured, held, or passed:

The First and the Last.