VIII

The door is shut, the window un-sees,
The utter white falls into place
as they begin reaching out to each other

in the mingled light
of questions and answers
left to be settled
by a hand on a hand, that says

yes

and Maedhros learns anew the meaning of glass
as it was meant
Wrapped in long hair, he knows
that he is a flame,
and this is a storm
and Fingon -
transparent, cloudless Fingon will
surround him, and protect him, and hallow him.