Journey's End!

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.

- JRR Tolkein

The Sea!

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling?
The voices of my people gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling.
In Eressea, in Elvenhome, that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!

- JRR Tolkein

One Ring!

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

- JRR Tolkein

The King

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains,
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden,
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains,
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains,
And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness,
At the Mountain-king's return.

- JRR Tolkein

All Ye Joyful!

Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind's in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.

Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.

Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!

- JRR Tolkein

First Love!

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more!

- John Clare

Remember Me!

Remember me when I’m no longer with you
When regretfully, I can no longer stay
Remember the great times we’ve had
When I’m no longer a part of your day

Remember me with a smile
And reminisce all your memories
Let them carry you somewhere far away
And soothe your soul like a cool Autumn breeze

But should you forget me for some reason
If remembering later on,
Cause sorrow to clutch your heart
I would rather you never remember me gone

Place me somewhere close to your heart and forget me there
If sadness is brought on by my memory
I would rather have you never realize my absence
Because I'd rather you smile, than Remember me.

- Matt Windseth

A Dream Within A Dream!

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

- Edgar Allan Poe

Lost Within!

Lost I wander in this self-inflicted night,
No moon or stars in the sky give me light.
Wearily, I stumble and fall aimlessly,
Longing only for someone to rescue me.

I have no compass to tell me where to go,
I’m so exhausted but no one seems to know.
Alone I struggle through this thick black sea,
Alone I wander, lost within me.

Unto deaf ears I seem to silently scream,
Pleads to end this nightmarish dream.
I’m not as strong as you seem to think,
In my own misery I ceaselessly sink.

I can’t go much farther on my own,
I can’t go on, all alone.
I just wanted to tell you before you go,
I just thought that you should know.

- Matt Windseth

Alone I Walk!

Alone I walked along the crashing waves,
The only ones I had to wash away my tears.
But then suddenly I found you there at my side,
And you relieved me of all my fears.

As we strolled down the thundering surf,
You whispered promises in my ear.
You seemed to be able to read my soul,
And tell me everything that I had always wanted to hear.

I walked on knowing that every word was sincere,
I felt that I had finally found someone who truly cared,
I closed my eyes knowing in my heart,
That when I opened them again, you'd still be there.

As dawn came, I turned for feeling the need to thank you,
And as I stood there, my smile slowly faded away.
I silently gazed at the single set of tracks leading to me,
And I couldn't remember why I thought you would actually stay.

So still alone I walk along the crashing waves,
The only ones I have to wash away my tears.

- Matt Windseth

Where the Sidewalk Ends!

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

Sometimes!

Sometimes, I want to laugh
Sometimes, I want to cry
Sometimes, I’m happy to be alive
Sometimes, I want to die
But its not sometimes I wish you were here
I always want you near.

Sometimes, I wish it were yesterday
Sometimes, I wish it was tomorrow
Sometimes, I feel pure joy
Sometimes, I feel only sorrow
But its not sometimes that I need you
I always need you.

Sometimes, I need help
Sometimes, I can do it on my own
Sometimes, I need someone there
Sometimes, I want to be alone
But its not sometimes I love you
I always love you.

And sometimes, you feel the same way I do
Sometimes, you feel the same way too.

- Matt Windseth

I Sit And Think!

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

- JRR Tolkein

Mind Without Fear!

Where the mind is without fear and head is held high,
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls,
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit,
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action,
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake!

- Rabindranath Tagore