Gil-galad was an Elven-king,

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea.



His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

The countless stars of heaven's field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.



But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

There's an alarm going off;
it's not a siren, mind you,
but an alarm.

The very same buzzing and
beeping that oft
assaults our dreams
and sleep-havens;
bringing us back to the
dreary sunlight of day,
or the last few moments of night
clinging to what life it has left.

This alarm, of which I speak to
you now, is continuing.
The continuous assault on my
eardrums throughout everything
I do.
I walk through the leaves that begin
to grace the ground, saying "hello" to
the dirt that it's been so far from for so
long.
Within the sanctity of the classroom,
where professors grace students
with life lessons and years of experience
or lack thereof.
Within my own home where I continue
to make a meal for the evening, desiring
not to go hungry.

Continuous.

I hear it everywhere, and
as I reach for the button, to stop
this incessant noise
barraging my thoughts
and ears, I realize, I'm awake,
and I've been awake all this time.
There is no off button for this alarm.

What is it reminding me of?
What do I need to awake from?

How old is the whale?
Older than the lines on your grandmother's hands
And how old is my heart?
Older than all the roots that hold down the dirt
That makes up this mountain
That harbors your heart
How old are the stars?
Where do I end?
And they begin?
The stars are older than words know how to be
And the light from every star that you see
Has traveled more miles and years than there are seeds in the ground
Than there are leaves in the trees
Or specks of dirt on your feet
Just to sparkle in your eyes here tonight
And those dark spaces in between the stars
Are just the places that the light has not yet reached

To all those suffering today
Write it down
Sometimes suffering sounds beautiful

Put Your Lips On Mine
Lets Kiss Forever
And Shut Up