Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Sirion Beckons

Some dusky afternoon beckon me again.
Warm air shaded by the pine needles beckon again.
People I knew so well call me back.
Towers and lake, gleaming in the moonlight.

They beckon me.

2 comments:

Navarino said...

Marvellous!! This is an amazing piece man. I have fallen in love with this piece. Great writing

i am said...

oh thanks man. thanks.