Beauty's face
by
Ninnaras
A poem about what Elrond may have felt when he escorted Celebrian to the Gray Havens. Please enjoy and review with comments and suggestions
A face, familiar, no less adored;
Down brow, o'er cheek and lips of red
Blue eyes on mine, which now implore
For peace and hope from fear and dread.
My thoughts that cannot but accord
With she, whose white hand by I am led.
White ships, black ships;
On ocean calm, on ocean clear
A guiding hand upon her hip
Unwillingly towards the short pier
One last touch to small sweet lips
One last touch on hair so dear
So soft and calm, so eloquent
A fallen star of nameless grace
No longer shines, acknowledgement,
My weary heart must now embrace
I barely nod, silent acquiescent
With one last glance on beauty's face