At the Edge of the World

I stand with you where sea cliffs meet the sky,
the wind a howl, the sunlight sharp as glass.
Your hand is firm within my trembling grip.

When joy is kind and dances on our skin,
we walk through fields the color of our dreams,
our laughter braided into golden light.

But if the earth should split or stars go dark,
I’ll hold you still, through fire, through the flood--
my vow is carved in stone beneath the waves.