Headed Home
There is a mist
on the waters
As the ocean laps
against the shore we
realize it is time
for our journey to begin
The ship in the harbor
stands tall
It will take us
beyond this vale of tears
to a land where
stories have no endings
It will take us
over the sundering sea
to a place seemingly foreign to us
yet one we actually know well
in the deep recesses of our heart
As we board the ship
we experience a bittersweet
moment
We will miss the joys of Middle Earth
but we hear the call of Elvenhome
and we know it is time to forsake mortal lands
Time to head to the place which is our real home
Time to head to Elvenhome
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014
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