Beyond the SeaA Poem by ~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair'If you could see into the depths of my very soul, you would hear how the waves murmur silently and you would see the dormant sea'.
Beyond the Sea
I had a dream that felt so real, as I sailed with white sails beyond the Seven Seas. I heard how the waves laughed merrily, and the seagulls were my fellow travelers.
At last I arrived to the last shore and the sand was pure white, with full of pearls like gems of the Sea. The waves were singing happily as I got ashore there I stood and my heart filled with wonder!
The trees grew there, strong and high, I saw a cherry blossom trees and delicate flowers of pale pink. Flowers were of many kind red, purple, white and yellow. The mountains reached to the heaven and clouds as white crow on its head!
There I stood and my heart filled with joy!
There rivers and streams were flowing free, water was crystal clear with bluish-green! There was a fair maiden, dancing free and she said;
‘I shall sing to thee!’
Her hair long and fair, bright as the day, and she spoke again, with voice so clear
‘No need to sorrow, weary voyager, here thou shall have rest for a while!’
So I fell asleep as she sang to me, and the waves murmuring silently, when the twilight settled down upon me.
Then I woke up, and I saw the last shore shimmering far away, beyond my reach and for a long time I sat in silence, my heart torn with grief.
At last I broke to speak as my heart turn weak;
‘Farewell now, the last shore which is beyond the reach of mine mortal soul!’
‘Farewell now, fair maiden of elven kin, and the last shore where she is running free!’
‘Farewell now, fair maiden of elven wise, thy eyes as stars shine, O beloved maiden of mine!’ *** 'If you could see into the depths of my very soul, you would hear how the waves murmur silently and you would see the dormant sea'.
© 2016 ~Sarah~ Idríel The FairAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor~Sarah~ Idríel The FairTeleri of Aman ~ Middle-Earth ~ FinlandAbout' I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. ' ~Emily .. more..Writing
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