#39 Ship

Oh see how the waters break over her bough,

And wind fills her sails as the valar allow

her to speed like an arrow, straight, onward and true.

To carry me swiftly to peace, and to you.

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I have longed for this moment since first I did spy,

On the way to the ships, flying high in the sky

those gulls that awoke the sea longing in me.

With their wailing they stole my peace under the trees.

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I have held on as long as I could in this world,

But our time, it is over, new flags are unfurled

for the men who come after to carry aloft.

So I leave, with a tear for all that has been lost.

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She is proud and so beauteous this grey ship of mine,

And my heart sings to think it will soon be with thine

as we sail ever west o'er the white, flying foam.

She will bring me at last to our fair elvenhome.

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A/N

It's so long since I wrote any poetry and I am a bit rusty so I have been rather unsure if I should post this or scrap it. Anyway, in the end I thought I might as well put it out here and see what you all think.