The West

(From Songs of the Shire vol. 1)

That mysterious longing is almost solved.
Dreams into realities themselves have dissolved.
The reality is as sweet as the dream.
The nightmare was long, you woke up with a scream.

Now the night has forever ended and you’re awake
yet it feels like a dream with sanity at stake.
The mist is clearing before your eyes.
You are on a ship heading for paradise.

Turn your head westward to setting sun.
Joy never ending has hardly begun.
Everything you loved about Middle-earth is here.
The darkness is gone, there is nothing to fear.

All the pain is swallowed up in love.
The ache has melted from rain above.
Your wounds are healed by tender touch.
Tears have vanished in laughter lush.

A bit of the Shire lives on in the West.
Wherever you are…you carry the best.
A Hobbit forever mixed in with the Elves.
This is where dreams and reality dwell.

Copyright 2004 by hrpeters