A Long Yearning
 
(As inspired by JRR Tolkien, based on Middle-earth)

The winter comes
Snowflakes fall
Light icy touch
It's all the same
As usual

What is there to this life I say
But to wake every day
And wish I were somewhere else.
Like in a silver twilit wood
Singing with the fair elves.

Spring, it shines, through the rain
Drowning the budding limbs
Of abused trees.
Men's hearts are hopeful
All but mine.

What is there to this life I say
But to wake every day
And wish I were somewhere else.
Laughing in the wildflowers
In the sunshine of the Shire!

Summer is here
And in my heart
I yearn for the shore
Though I know not the reason
And never I tread there
'Tis all the same.

What is there to this life I say
But to wake every day
And wish I were somewhere else.
On a white steed galloping
Sword unsheathing, I give my battle cry,
'Now for wrath, now for ruin, and a red nightfall!'

Summer fades as it was
But there's nothing new in autumn
But to tread in the same lonely wood
And feel the melacoholy breeze
As it drifts over scarlet leaves.

What is there to this life I say
But to wake every day
And wish I were somewhere else.
Flitting in the willow-lands
Under a clear starlight
Dancing like a deer
Prancing with my own true love!
That never could I find here
Never will I find here.

Winter comes once more
Nothing ever changes
Until one day
Men might see
How the world is dying

What is there to this life they'll say
But to wake every day
And wish I were somewhere else.
Like in Middle-earth where the elves are free
Under the stars!

...And still calls the sea,
Still it moans to me.

By Tatharel

© 2004 Tatharel (All rights reserved)

 

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