"valinor" poems
There is a land, so great and fair
wrapped in secrets that none can dare,
But past the fog and mighty waves
grows things that forever stays.
Their lights gleam by through skies,
Their moon is where it rests and dies.
Concealed in mountains; A majestic sight,
from Taniquetil, and Ilmarin, of white and crisp Night!
There summer greens grow wildly
and a tune is wove so merrily
that fountains scream with delight and gloom
and flowers bloom from August through June!
Their the frost is mere sweet delight!
and warmth is a endless sensational flight!
Their towers and cities are built great;
And the Eldar whom live in them live an Undying Fate!
There the lights play as a musical,
high strung with life so ethical!
There a kingdom is wrought, in the West,
which are homes to Gods, their temporary 'Nest',
There the Valar live, in Valinor,
which contains the Elder Days, and all other Day's lore,
there, lies a heavenly world
that feels sent from Heaven hurled,
down to Earth, as a flash of Hope
in Valinor, where the Ends are smoke,
In Valinor, where the Garden sleeps,
in Valinor, where only Nienna weeps,
In Valinor, where the Dead rest,
In Valinor, where lies the Crest
of the designs of Illuvutar,
In Valinor, to the West, Afar...
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
When my journey comes to its end
All my thought and time spent
There will be one last journey
In secret the sea leads to eternity
I disembark upon a land hidden from sight
I see a barricade of mountains on guard
A place where all the fair creatures delight
Beyond these huge walls lies that land of heart
Opened are my eyes and my mind
Sanctuary of light and green entwined
The sun forever dwells in the airs
No more touch of foul and all is fair
The lands and the waters are undying
Birds in the airs of peace stay flying
The home to the Powers of the World
Absolute beauty to me was first unfurled
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
A constant, distant cymbal.
A second, after the next each nimble
strand of wind catches amongst the chimes.
The women here sway at their troubles.
Needless to say, their pleasure doubles
with a glimpse of their dewed canvas.
Never vulnerable and never anxious.
The melanin glows from miles away:
Even seen now and again from the Wasteland.
A Valinor for deities and Gods;
To sip on the finest grapes, feast on the manna of the apotheosis.
A thousand glimmering rays, kissing the ringlets of green, meandering slowly around the Sun.
In these oriental Lands
I fall in love again after the many cold winters I have spent alone-
Crashing with the icy waves and glacial monsoons.
The maple and fragrant cedar
Fills my visions with a perdurable perfume.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Her Warming fire
softly
boundlessly jumps
across Our Networks
She goes
Her Waning traces
flickr
ember memories,
binding Our years
She goes
Her Waves radiating
heat
red shifted
light years away
She goes
Our bonds rotate
oscillates
from remnant
cosmic micro waves
Still here
Our shared Star
meshing
us together
by Tholian punctuality
Still here
Protecting us now
from
moving Monsters
lurking in childhood
Still here
An elven queen
hardly
diminished yet
crossed to Valinor
she Gone
An Eternal Flame
playing
Orchestra music
fusion fresh goodbyes
She heres
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC