Another rain I pass by myself,
Perhaps it is raining upon your gentle face.
Perhaps birds of Mirkwood give voice to the song
That dares whispering your name into human music
Not their own.

You, you surely have the spirit of the Teleri
Swimming in your shield-less blood
Reviving you, surrounded by strange waters.

And if they ever run dry, and wars should perish
You could run into my warmth, where you could stay
Till the end of time until the Earth stops turning
Until Ulmo himself should come and claim you
And you'd resist -

If ever you should remain my Prince of Waters.



© December 2003.