The First and Last (Farlien’s Meeting Place)

I could have gone on the ether

I could have kissed the hems

Of the cloud-clad gifts of Demeter

Of the jewels in the rocks and the fens

–

I had no seated bounds

No traces wound ‘round 

Naked lips, wrists, fingers and ankles

My neck I wore white

And clean as the new light

That broke on the spears of the mountains

–

I knew the birds’ hum

And the sybilline thrum

Of the woods and the heather mist rising

I looked no farther away

Than the next dawning day

‘Til I found the first and last treasure

–

I could have gone on the ether

I could have raised the land

With every step after Demeter

With every note sung a command

–

But I found the green by the water

I found flowers born of the eye

I found the words never before uttered

And here I shall evermore lie

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This poem started with a mondegreene from “Moonlit”, by Villages

Image from Tolkien Gateway

While you are here

While you are dreaming

Of that Cimmerian shade

I am useless but for waiting

Already missing you

Should you ever go