The Lesser Gift of Evenstar – A Poem

by May 15, 2001Poetry

Known well are lives which bend from burden borne
too long. The solid flesh once upright leans.
Known well are wounds which through the Wall have worn
to rend and rupture fragile minds once keen.
Less known to us the long sought remedies
to cleanse and stitch and rebuild that undone.
The years limp past as we try therapies.
Well known, no cure awaits beneath the sun.
Arwen, please! A gem of comfort by our beds!
A respite brief when we can bear no more.
A jewel to drape with silver ’round our heads
to mend the madness rooted at the core.
Instead we gaze out from these mortal shores
for ageless lights as spring in Valinor.


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