The Four of Swords

Dreaming snippets of stories under the stars' watchful gaze My Lady guiding us through the woods my Lord gaurding us from emotion's haze I lie soft and still four swords around me lain Protection against the waking sun and the world's grasping stain Silent, still, yet moving universally I search through astral flotsam Gripping tendrils of lives gone by I wade through energetic jetsam I wake to night Wrists burn through binding cords Words dripping through my fingers Surrounded by Lord, Lady, and Swords