The Night - Raven Astrid

Feel
The cold beneath your hands
Taste the salt upon your lips
Hear the old wind call your name
The shore is fading now.
Your mother
Stands beside the fire.
Your father
Watches from the storm.
No one says the word by, but still you know
The har grow small behind us.
The mountains disappear and gray.
You hold
The a little tighter as home is carried away.