nienor

Grace moves me, deeply
unsettling my deepest recesses,
to have favour smile on me,
oh the world i would not give

to pine for your touch,
your tender embrace
sweet serenity,
i shall never know

straining each day
to hear your voice
inaudible whispers,
oh the root of samuel
inspire me to soar

yet you hurt me so
fanning into flames
a desire for the inconcievable, the unattainable.

for mortals to gaze upon the hills of valinor,
to hold the silmarils albeit for a moment,
only doom awaits
and we are left lost along the shores
left to wander in regret

luthien luthien
ill-fate indeed
for evein if we meet in the halls of mandos,
im not brave,
just a man by doom mastered.

hope cuts me deep,
making me ill-content and wanting
dare i trust in the wind
or will grace leave me chaff...

i call out your name
for it remains constant
in my topsy turvy world