Sailing

- Onomir

Setting sail from Dol Amroth and leaving the Belfalas Bay,
the white foam waves raised their heads as if to bid farewell.

The sea was brown, then green, and blue as we sailed away,
Ulmo's grace was upon us that day, a calm sea with gentle swell.

The white gulls soared, through the blue sky, amongst the sails that day,
many a sailor was lost in a dream and was captive by the Great Sea's smell.

Our families, lovers, left on shore, look for our homecoming one day,
but nothing in Middle-Earth compares, to the sea and its wondrous spell.