Grey mists,
Swirling round,
Hiding horrors,
Disguising fears.

Bright lights,
Gay colors,
Highlighting joys
And showing wonders.

Many shades of
Washed-out blue,
Dark and chilling,
Unveiling a thousand
Regrets.

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The whistling wind
Blows through the trees.
I hear them crying out—
Crying for me.

The clouds shade the moon
She wishes not to be seen
While she is weeping.
She’s weeping for me.

The air is turning frigid.
It’s turning, indeed.
Turing to turn
A cold shoulder at me.

For I am the girl
Who promised the world.
And I just kept promising.
But how could I keep
Promises so deep
When it was I in need?
 

The other day, I watched the ending of Return of the King for at least the third time. The movie carried me from the depths of despair to the heights of joy; from the struggle in Mount Doom to the coronation and wedding of Aragorn. But the final scene at the Grey Havens struck me as the most poignant part of the whole trilogy.
The final pages in the book contain this moving conversation between Sam and Frodo:

I thought I had escaped
from chains of lies made by gossiping tongues
I was having fun, till I saw in your eye
what you were going to say later on about me
I swear it isn't true
but people hear what they want to
At least I won't be there
to be met with awkward stares
Where they once held open arms, will there be only polite hellos?
Or perhaps a wounding whisper, meant for me
slicing deep,
wounding whispers meant for me.

I shall miss your utter stupidity,
even though it used to annoy,
I shall miss you living under my bed,
even though you chewed up my toys

You made me feel safe,
and hid during thunder,
You jumped on my bed,
and messed up my covers

You smelled and you shed,
you barked constantly,
you tore up the carpet,
(who cares, it was ugly)

You were a nanny,
a wolf, and a babysitter,
a reindeer, a horse--
(a real derby winner)

My fingers lightly touch the keys
my mind is filled with memories
of times I wish were here

My fingers make
the soft notes sing
of a day I wish would not come

The melody sends it's message
out
through the room

Can you hear
how much I love you?
Does my soul not
pour through to you?

I wish I could stay and play
and play so day
would stay

But as the last notes go
sailing through the last winds of the day
I realize
I cannot stay

Through the haze of something long un-thought of
it comes,
flowing from a dusty memory
to something clear
and my heart aches with the bittersweet drifts of it,
as it slowly takes over

It becomes so vivid,
that it is hard to imagine it gone
it seems to fill me
and at the same time
take part of me away
The memory of a day

Days past,
some long ago
others more close
All filled with the warm feeling
of a generous heart
and a gift of great love