The Ringbearers Prayer

In From the cold
Away from the rain
Is where my heart dwells
by day.
But at night, away fom my life
In a breathing
Death
is where I see his face.
And with him comes the sound I
long to hear, of endless depths
and inner space beyond my mortal reach.
And beyond the light of day, where the stars are
born and captured.
Where time stops long enough for us to be,
Is where I long to stray......

Lisa Anstey 2002