Category: Written in 2008

Yesterday’s Dawn.

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The dawn has broken on the body of the night.
Pigeons, herons and one eagle have taken flight,
They soar, flapping their wings towards places afar,
While the blue fills the sky and shuts off its last star.

Dark crows and small sparrows are the ones who speak now,
The waning moon has long since made his exiting bow,
They speak to one another, perhaps, greet the day,
And each upon each wishes to have his own say.

The vibrant sun has not made his entry quite yet;
And all is softly azure, on wing and dulcet;
Memory corresponds to dawns that were the same;
Today chances on remembering yesterday’s name.

7th May

We’ll Eventually Know.

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I do not know why we love each other so.
I know that neither will let the other go.
Perhaps, because we are bound by mortal flesh;
And our destinies are caught in fate’s firm mesh.
You love. I love. Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so;
But I had longed to swim in love’s limpid flow:
The first try tossed me, choked me, I nearly died;
The next fulfilled much; but, with life’s heat, it dried;
With you, I swim for a third time…
Sometimes, in clarity, and, sometimes, through slime.
While, on shore, always, I see life passing by.
(My heart’s not yet ready to bid it goodbye.
Though my dreams have left to lay down and die.)
And it’s so hard to taste any tears I cry.
If I wade ashore to meet what’s left of beauty,
I reject love and neglect what is duty.
So, I’ve decided to let this flow take me,
And, this time, I shall not let love forsake me;
And, though the slime now seems quite hard to defeat,
Life and fate with us must reconcile to meet!
With love then, we both now desperately flow,
To sink or soar we’ll eventually know.

18th May

A Lament for Elerossë

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“When the Elves on High call Elerossë from Taniquetil,
His sweetest songs they shall find have fallen still:
Varda has lost one of her brightest stars this night,
Yavanna shall know why some of her flowers have spurned delight;
Manwë himself broods on his mighty, airy throne,
While Niënna weeps, sitting in the farthest West, all alone.

This Elf’s sister mourns the loss of fraternal love,
To resemble her heart the other stars darken above;
This Elf’s brother, so like him in appearance and form,
Conceals within his heart the bitterest storm
That wrenches like this foaming, gasping sea
And echoes this wind’s absolute cacophony.

Quiet in mood, calm as the dew collected within Varda’s wells,
Vala, we commend this elf, ere we submit him to this sea’s swells,

In Valinor, his mother shall look for the return of his constant smile:
Without suspicion, without disdain, without any presence of guile.
The sea shall carry him to those blessed shores again
Where he shall be free from doubt, torment, fate and pain.

In Valinor, his father shall look for the return of this beloved son
Who lived his life for others when all was said and done,
This wind shall carry him beyond this barren and cold air
To a place of light built for hearts which are fairest of the fair.”