Tankas To His Love: First Series
i
The wet grains of sand
Cling to the hermit crab's legs.
His home goes with him,
And every beach he's wandered.
Good camouflage; lonely heart.
ii
The great sea has wrought
A castle in the white cliffs
And a lonely arch;
If I could sail through that gate
Would you be waiting for me?
iii
A friendless man walks
Further down his shadowed road
On the brightest days.
Three red rose hips blocked my way
And I chose another path.
iv
I arose to find,
Trembling from thin stalks of grass,
Delicate white lace.
When you weave such tempting webs
How can we help stumbling in?
v
How many have trod
The old path through the thicket?
It is strewn with leaves
And no one knows where it ends.
The width is just right for two.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction, and the characters, settings, places and languages, save those that are original to me, belong to the Tolkien Estate.