Elusive
There is something I see in the dark of the night,
A spirit that comes forth when the stars are alight,
An innocence that knows not how to fight,
A piper that calls for the dawn's early light.
I walk out the door to see what is there,
And I watch in amazement as he skips through the air,
He dances with openness no poet can declare,
For surely nothing could be more fair…
Chorus;
He cares not for death and wants only to live,
He's wild and abstract; not so conclusive,
I just want too touch him but his smile forbids,
He's just… so… elusive…
His music's mysterious, piercing and fey,
He heeds not my cries nor what I say,
Nothing can draw him from his pipe-music and make him stay,
For he always disappears with the sun's golden rays.
His face is so free, so careless, so wild,
Surely he must be the dark forest's fair child,
For only once have I seen his face become riled,
And that was when I spoke of Avalonnë, his lost home-isle…
Chorus
It is always so hard to return from those woods,
For I truly believe that, if I could,
My heart shall forget all these too-human 'should's,
And dance with that piper, and sing with the birds…
Please escuse the formatting on this. This site can be... annoying... in regard to songs.
Namárië,
Nallasariel the Weeper