Wednesday, March 04, 2015



Daylight paints pastel hues
Along the edge of deepening dusk
Last glowing hope of lost day
Now to fade into a long night
And if we cannot save a dream
In the unfolding sea of stars
Then there never was any hope
But a cowardly false witness
In the times amid waking and sleep
And we merit tomorrow's awakening
Unloved and friendless
Under a canopied frosty bower
Like the first elves awaking to starlight
And who will teach us now; who?
Not one; even though we desire it
But not enough to fight, to struggle
Not enough to sleep abroad
Far from a comfortable home
We are a fading people
With no white ship of Elvendom
To carry us across the glassy sea