The Call of the Moor
by Vané Alasse
~A poem from Frodo's perspective about leaving Middle-earth for the Undying Lands.~

I see a moor
Across the golden sea
And hear it calling,
Calling for me.

I see the waves
Splashing against the hull;
How they are chasing,
Chasing the gull!

I see the sky,
A globe of perfect blue;
There clouds are asking,
Asking of you.

I see your face
So full of streaming tears;
How it is clouding,
Clouding with fears.

Your friendship, Sam,
Embraces time and space;
It e'er is giving,
Giving me grace.

I feel my pain,
The never ending ache;
I leave it dying,
Dying in wake.

I sense freedom
Ahead on yonder shore;
Its wind is warming,
Warming the moor.

I see a moor
And hear it calling me;
So I am crossing,
Crossing the sea.