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Times Like These.

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There are times when I think of your eyes
And think of two suns, shining down on me;
When, in my repertoire of feeling, flies
A thought of your smile saving sanity.
There are times when you fill up all space
And all I know is my hope resting in you,
When in my heart you gain the best place,
While everything in my life seems untrue.

There are times when I ache to hear goodbyes
From friendship, honour, (at times, even hope),
Then the present shows me your smile, your eyes
And with thoughts of you my heart learns to cope.
So when life has me on my knees begging please,
I’ll be grateful to have known times like these.

October 28.
5am.

Arwen to Elrond.

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I have loved the sadness of his quiet face,
I have understood the despair in his eyes,
I have known his aura, his hope, his grace,
And the age-old guilt which in his soul lies.

I have soothed his brow and felt the blades,
I have tried to ease constant pain by touch;
He’s love to me, and now when all life fades,
Death, when compared to this love, is not much.

I have chosen enveloping darkness,
I have spurned the last of the passing ships,
I have shunned every sign of weakness,
For the memory of his eyes, his lips.

If Aman promised me my share of bliss,
I care not, for, in his heart, I have this.

A Beautiful Lie.

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He left – so long ago – and yet, you cry –
There is that tear within your glassy eye …
Denying this shall do you no good, my dear,
The life of your hope still shines in that tear.

I have loved you – with a necessity –
You are my breath; my soul’s eternity –
And then – he walks by, my love, and that tear
Appears,
it unmans me,
fills me with fear
That rips my heart to shreds – each time,
each time …

My friends told me, with arguments so fine,
Of how and why I ought to let you go;
My pride agreed, but – my heart shouted: “No!”
I was selfish – but no more!
I am done!

I shall move away! For your sake, I’ll shun
My hope – which I have saved, for so, so long …

I know my name takes no note in the song
You sing – but then, all you sang was bliss t’me
(It still is! That’s the pain of Memory!)

No more!
I am done.

And yet, so serene
Seem all those memories, that laugh, that smile –

But then, I was your laugh, he is your dream –
I lived a beautiful lie for a while;
And, now, it is high time I say my goodbye …

Though …
I’ll be near to wipe your tears if you cry.