The Tide

- Dinledhwen
A Last Elf Poem

Under the stars I sit alone
Here on this rock beside the sea
While the tide moves in its rhythm
Ebbing and flowing at my feet.

Then I realize while I sit here
Your sailing could be like the tide
For your leaving was in its ebbing
So will your return be in its flow?

Under the stars I sit alone
Keeping this vigil by the sea
While my hope fades as time passes
And only the tide returns to me.