AVALLÓNË

by Wayfarer
(closetwayfarer at yahoo dot com)

Far across sundering seas,
Standing tall upon the isle,
the tower beckons unseen

Lonely calls, faint cries of gulls,
echo under eaves of white.
Dust dance now in silent aisles

A glimpse of blessed light
Ever it is yearning for,
Though now joy is in flight

A beacon to the blessed shore
Where a mariner’s search shall cease
Though it shudders still from memories of war

AVALLÓNË

by Wayfarer
(closetwayfarer at yahoo dot com)

Ambling Ramblings

Our virgin Silm-dabble, spawned out of the confluence of a period of poesy obsession, and reading through the Silm... and a mite of RL unhappiness.

musie had the notion of dedicating this to Avallon when completed, but I beat the idea out of him, since his notion included trying to go for a full epic-treatment, and right there is obviously the seal of the forever-work-in-progress curse! "No thanks!" I told him firmly.

So here is AVALLÓNË, the short and simple little rhymic (or so we earnestly hope) piece.

~W