MOON LETTERS : POETRY
Imladris - By dHall
Imladris, I've seen thee, in my dreams,
thy lovely gardens, thy flowing streams.
I miss the quiet of thy halls,
tapestries hung from ancient walls.
Thy firesides, where lore of old,
by minstrels, songs and stories told.
Imladris, how I hold thee dear,
and in my dreams, sometimes appear,
those kin I left so long ago,
I hear each voice, each face I know.
They ever call me to return,
and in my heart of hearts, I yearn,
for peaceful, quiet, moonlit nights,
and walks beneath the stars that light,
each path, each pool, each quiet glade,
where all memory of despair will fade.
Imladris, I am coming home,
from this sad world, that I have roamed,
too long, too long, we've been apart,
now low of spirit, sad of heart,
I turn my feet towards thy door,
and hope to wander never more.
ever longing for thy charms,
till, once more I'm safe, within thy arms.
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