Report from the Road

- jan-u-wine


our...
 
progress,
 
these days,
is marked
by at least
equal
amounts
of a lack thereof.
 
if it were a morning at home,
 
I would laugh
and shake
my head
at the lie-abed
ways
of my Master,
 
my friend,
the gentle-hobbit.
 
I cannot remember
what
laughter feels like.
 
it is no joke to see you thus,
lying
full asleep,
heedless
to the open eye of the
World.
 
still....
you managed
to keep your feet
through all
the moonless night..
 
you did well,
this time.
 
it were one of the last times,
I know....
 
one of the last times......
 
when the Sun drew a little
above Her eastern haven,
you lay down
without a word.
 
Before even I
could speak,
your eyes
drifted......
 
closed.
 
at least,
you
seem at ease,

drowned
in dreams….

strangely fearless
as time slips
silently by.
 
it frightens me,
it does,
as each day
crawls
to another
night
and still
we seem no closer...
 
and still
you
speak less
and hold to It
more
and look about
you
at the shadows
as if
you knew them....
as if they
were every bit
of Light you ever
wanted.
 
do not think
I have not noticed
that even
the goodness
of the Lady's
gift,
is lost to you.
 
Oh, yes.
 
you turn away from me
now
so that I cannot see
it pains you.
 
I see.
I know.

It burns,
doesn't it?


 
You
are becoming
like him...
 
aren't you?

aren't you?
 
 
I bow my head.
 
I must not give up.
 
I think of those we left behind....
 
how long ago that seems.
 
I suppose they
are fighting now.....
 
or
 
they are already at peace.
 
I wish.....
 
I wish we
were at peace.
 
I am glad
that you sleep
and cannot
see my tears.
 
I miss them.
 
I miss you.
 
Right here
beside me
and
I miss you.

It isn't ever
going to come
right,
is it?
 
Elbereth.
 
Save us.
 
It is time....
 
time
to go on

again.


I put sunlight
in my touch
and
find
a memory'd smile
to greet you with.


happiness lives
and dies
in the confusion
of your eyes.

wordless,
voiceless,
you stand.

We walk.