My kin

Come out and dance while the last pearls of light
Drip silently from the dusky hue
The shadows claimed by dark seeping night
The Pelennor soaked with dew.

All silent in the wood and yet far away
Down through valleys and across Rohan’s plains
A trail of white dust that marks the way
Of the Rohirrim.

Travel through Eriador now hardly can we see
The jewelled flower light and dark against the grass
Or glimmering gold on scented trees
That trembles as we sing.

Harken now, so near and yet so far that distant song
Shift not the grasses with foot or hand
The dusk vibrates with our ancient song
Each of my kin repeats.

So far, so faint I prick my ears in doubt
Wind or the blood that drums in my ears
Those ancient notes
such as a dreamer hears.

Again, again the faint songs rise and fall
So far the enchanted valley the song so low
A drowsy thrush? A waking owl?
Silence.
I will never know