Welcome to the poetry page!
From Arwen's point of view....
then it is a good dream.
What garden but your love
could cradle the groping,
rebellious roots of my being?
What rain but your kisses
could coax the perfume
from my aching core?
What sun but your face
could melt my blossoms into fruit?
What lightning but your name
could shock my juices into glory?
Shine, cradle, rain, shock....
your elements are my rest
and my light!
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~*~My Star~*~
My star hangs heavy
and sometimes I feel
that I cannot bear
the colors of its light
that fill every fibre
of my being.
So I give it to you
and before my eyes
I see the colors illumined
as a crystal in the sun.
I could never give them such radiance.
Crimson for your valour
in battle and quest
emerald for the honour
that keeps you young.
blue for your selfless
protection of others
gold for the tenderness
of your every touch.
Purple for the royalty
that rides in your veins
white for the purity
that curtains your heart.
I watch, full hearted,
from my cushioned pinnacle
through my tears
as these colors blend and dance
mate and embrace
until I can scarcely
tell one from another
forming shapes and shades
too lovely for labeling.
And I can scarcely tell, anymore,
which is you
and which is the Star.
It does not pull you down
as it did me;
the weight of your being
holds it steadfast.
And I think what an overrated
thing is Immortality
after all.....
and I descend
from my pedestal
to the highest peak
I could ever attain
standing my tallest
when I lie by your side
my Love.
~*~Falling Leaves~*~
Now as I don the violet gown of twilight
leaves falling fast about me
copper, golden, scarlet, bronze
heralds in garb too gay for their news
our year and our day are swiftly passing
and you, my King, are failing too
day by day I watch
as you grow less and less.
What shall I do
when all your leaves have fallen
and you stand a bare tree
leaving only emptiness
knightless armor, swordless scabbard
and I, veiled and emptiest of all,
and neither my beauty, my royalty,
my people, my progeny
can give me comfort....
Will you come while I sleep
with a silver ewer
pouring heavenly balm
into my butchered heart?
or will you take my hand
and say, "Rise, my Love
you only dream and I am here!
Let us celebrate our love
with wine and dance and feasting
and candles of joy!"
No, it will never be.
I must depart
crowned only in tears
trailing my dark gown
through weeping clouds
as grey as your eyes
but lacking their stars.
I am no queen
I am but a tree
leafless and broken
bearing only a jewel
that weighs me down
into the abyss
of eternal midnight.
Literature Index | Aragorn | Frodo | Sam | Gandalf | Eowyn | Boromir & Faramir | Others
Welcome to the poetry page!
From Arwen's point of view....
then it is a good dream.
What garden but your love
could cradle the groping,
rebellious roots of my being?
What rain but your kisses
could coax the perfume
from my aching core?
What sun but your face
could melt my blossoms into fruit?
What lightning but your name
could shock my juices into glory?
Shine, cradle, rain, shock....
your elements are my rest
and my light!
Click on picture to see full sized ~*~My Star~*~ My star hangs heavy
and sometimes I feel
that I cannot bear
the colors of its light
that fill every fibre
of my being.
So I give it to you
and before my eyes
I see the colors illumined
as a crystal in the sun.
I could never give them such radiance.
Crimson for your valour
in battle and quest
emerald for the honour
that keeps you young.
blue for your selfless
protection of others
gold for the tenderness
of your every touch.
Purple for the royalty
that rides in your veins
white for the purity
that curtains your heart.
I watch, full hearted,
from my cushioned pinnacle
through my tears
as these colors blend and dance
mate and embrace
until I can scarcely
tell one from another forming shapes and shades
too lovely for labeling.
And I can scarcely tell, anymore,
which is you
and which is the Star.
It does not pull you down
as it did me;
the weight of your being
holds it steadfast.
And I think what an overrated
thing is Immortality
after all..... and I descend
from my pedestal
to the highest peak
I could ever attain
standing my tallest
when I lie by your side my Love.
~*~Falling Leaves~*~
Now as I don the violet gown of twilightleaves falling fast about me
copper, golden, scarlet, bronze
heralds in garb too gay for their news
our year and our day are swiftly passing
and you, my King, are failing too
day by day I watch
as you grow less and less.
What shall I do
when all your leaves have fallen
and you stand a bare tree
leaving only emptiness
knightless armor, swordless scabbard
and I, veiled and emptiest of all,
and neither my beauty, my royalty,
my people, my progeny
can give me comfort....
Will you come while I sleep
with a silver ewer
pouring heavenly balm
into my butchered heart?
or will you take my hand
and say, "Rise, my Love
you only dream and I am here!
Let us celebrate our love
with wine and dance and feasting
and candles of joy!"
No, it will never be.
I must depart
crowned only in tears
trailing my dark gown
through weeping clouds
as grey as your eyes
but lacking their stars.
I am no queen
I am but a tree
leafless and broken
bearing only a jewel
that weighs me down
into the abyss
of eternal midnight.
Literature Index | Aragorn | Frodo | Sam | Gandalf | Eowyn | Boromir & Faramir | Others