No Longer Home
A/N: Written for the poetry challenge at Parma Eruseen. Inspired by Into the West.
What can you see,
On the horizon?
The crest or wave's lee,
As the sun rises?
Why do the white gulls call,
To take me home?
Why must I leave you all,
To death and sorows?
Cursed is immortality,
For it takes me from you.
How I hate this cruel Sea,
That breaks us apart.
Cruel is the Valar!
They say it is a gift to live,
To once more see the Star,
To live in constant bliss.
No amount of happiness,
Can take these memories away.
Watching you fall behind the wave's crest,
Dieing to my eyes.
"Why do you weep?"
Some may ask, and they do not know.
If only it were sleep,
That stains my dreams of peace.
They say all shall be good,
Yet how can they say that?
All these should haves and coulds,
Make me curse my weakness.
For what was it other then,
This weak body that took me away?
I had to go, I couldn't sin,
By dieing in your arms.
I love you, oh how I love you!
You are my daughter, sweet Twilight,
It is only by this cruel rue,
That I flee from these green shores.
It was once I cherished this day,
When I would come to Valinor.
And yet I do not say,
That this is a happy time.
I know, deep within me,
That I shall not see you again.
That you shall not cross this silver Sea,
That you shall die alone.
Come to me! I may cry,
And yet you cannot come.
No matter my tears nor sighs,
You cannot come with me.
Why do the white gulls call,
Across this so great a sea?
Why must laughter come from all,
In this unhappy moment?
Amroth once threw himself deep
Into the water, for his sweet Nimrodel,
But why I cannot take the leap,
I cannot say. I am too proud.
Somewhere, deep within,
I know I shall see Elrond,
Dear Galadriel, my children,
But not you, my twilight daughter.
For you, I could do anything,
But I cannot stay!
Forgive me, and once more sing,
To the stars at twilight.
Valinor is no longer home for me.
My fate is not less cruel.
But what can you see,
On the horizon?
The new sun rises,
The dawn creeps by,
A fresh wind comes,
To blow our sorrows away.
So sang Celebrían, wife of Elrond, as her Ship passed beyond the Havens. Many heard her words, and yet only Arwen fully understood.
Namárië,
Nallasariel the Weeper