The Elf
The soul of the heavens
Gently trickles
down
Through the treetops and around
Gilding first the flowing
elf-locks
Then across every hoary hillock
Covering the
world
With the daily sight-pleasures
The elf brushes away
night's fetters
In a moment of the purest joy
For the coming
of new-day
An ancient tome
In the arm-crook held
fast
Enrobed in a film of dust
Imparts its histories of
yore
About the sea and far western shore
Into the west
The
brave elf peers
Towards the land of hopes and fears
Across the
sylvan canopy
Glistens the far-off line of sea
He builds a
bark
And leaves the forest primeval behind
Seeking peace of
body and mind
His ancestral home at his back
With all the world
as his path
Ever onward the bold elf flies
Toward the
ever-moving line
"Horizon! Horizon, thou art mine"
The
little bark, in the seas of time
sails on for the future, and
immortality, prime.
YAY! This poem was inspired by the works of Professor Tolkien. I do not own elves or Middle Earth. I have got some plastic elves though. :)