The Grey Havens
-----by The Lidless Eye

There is a place to escape to.
A sanctuary, a refuge
Where you can cry all your tears
And laugh until the cares vanish from your heart.
A place for you to find your name.
A place every creature understands one another.
There is a place you can look into your heart.
A place the sun shines upon your back.
A place where the waters of the ocean are warm with the sun's light
The gulls wheel and cry, hovering between sea and sky
And the sea meets the shore
The shore meets the forest
Where eagles spiral ever higher above the trees
Where what we call civilization, has not yet touched the forest or the sea.
Will you come with me to this sanctuary of the spirit?
Where gentle breezes whisper through your hair
The trees, the sea, every creature knows their true name
And you have all your heart could truly desire.
Will you go with me?

This poem was written in memoriam of Widfara, who left us on Oct. 21, 2002. May she live forever in our hearts.

Rider of Rohan
----- by Aydria Elenlinn

I dreamed I walked in Rohan,
A country wide and clean -
Rolling hills and grassy fields,
And all was emerald green.

And as I watched, a lady came
All clad in robes of white,
Smiling as she swiftly rode
Through fields of clover bright.

She stopped then and regarded me,
With bright and clever eyes:
They shone with strength and
wisdom which No evil could disguise.

"Fair lady," I then questioned her,
"Pray, whither art thou bound?
What name is given thee so fair
Who rides the hills around?"

She smiléd then, and looking down,
Gave answer to my plea:
"I am Widfara of great Rohan -
Come, child, and ride with me!"

Through bright, green country did we ride,
O’er landscapes vast and fair,
The bright sunlight was in her eyes,
The cool wind in her hair.

We rode for countless hours there,
And talked as best of friends.
It seemed to me that springtime bliss
Would never reach an end.

But one day when the leaves turned gold,
With hint of coming fall,
She turned her head and listened rapt,
As though she heard a call.

"Where art thou bound, fair Widfara,
On this new fashioned day?
I know that something has now changed,
But what, I cannot say."

"I must ride West and seek new fields
Far from fair Rohan's halls,
But you will always hear my voice
In the sweet robin's call."

And turning then into the sun,
She rode into the West,
And seeks for worlds beyond our own,
And for eternal rest.

Requiescat in pace, Widfara - we'll miss you.