Journey’s end
I did not want this day to come. I’ve been dreading it for three months, the looming black mark on May 22. And yet, even at 5 in the morning, it’s already come and gone without my consent.
I’m heartsick right now. But I did good, because I did not cry. Those have stayed behind numbed eyes until now.
Namárië, my dear, wonderful friend. Thank you for three years of love, support, friendship, kindness, laughs, tears, conversation, word games, Foosball, stair-climbing, emails, late night studies, dinners, hugs, and a million other gestures that could never be embodied in words but will always be cherished.
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey’s end
Sleep now
Dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms
You’re only sleeping
What can you see?
On the horizon.
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass.
A light on the water
All souls pass.
Hope fades
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
Don’t say
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
What can you see?
On the horizon.
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass.
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.
