(Written for the great_tales 55 word challenge.)
Grey Havens
There is a reason they call it the Sundering Sea.
Standing at the quay, heart cords are stretching, breaking—
To sounds of surf and cry of gulls,
As sails vanish into a westering sun
Beneath the cold stars of heaven.
One last smile to remember,
One last kiss farewell.
Sam, Merry, Pippin
Turn now,
Homeward.