Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters, places, or events from
the Lord of the Rings.

Summary: The calling the elves receive from the sea is strong indeed.

The Calling

It's call echoes through the air,
riding along the soft, free sky,
dancing and turning, spinning and swirling
across distant lands as a great butterfly.
The feeling you get when you are near
is like the sirens call, forceful and alluring.
Your heart swims with the prospect of seeing
those gulls crying overhead and the sun beams stirring.
Where the smell of salt and sand blend
with your senses, causing and ache in your heart.
The force is stronger than you had ever imagined;
drawing, pulling, pushing you to depart.
Silver shores come into view and your heart rejoices
at the sight of the white sand; each grain mingling
with the others, creating a dazzling harmony
of the winds soft voice singing.
Peaceful waters lap at your feet,
tickling your toes and swimming with gold.
Light blue sky collides with dark blue sea,
the azure lining vibrant and bold.
A gray ship glides through the waves
of liquid crystal, sweeping at it's side.
Your heart is finally free of worry and pain;
for the place you're going, you soul shall always abide.