Cold September

- Lothithil
This lovely Shire morning
Long I will remember.
A similar day, some years ago,
On a day in late Semptember
I was born
Though not long was I blessed
With the parents I was given
For their loss I am still distressed
This I fear you will feel, too
No words I say can repair
The damage I do by staying here
In my epiphany of despair

Let me go, let yourself
Live as I cannot
Fill the world with laughter and tears
In the time that we have bought
Come to me then, when your weariness calls
And the Grey Ships buck at the tide
On that day we shall meet again
Until then, I shall abide