Returning to Lorien

- Primula
A sonnet

My longing, this forgotten realm of gold,
Here within my heart has slept, among dreams;
Deep beneath fallen drifts of aged leaves,
Sunlight helf from all mortal eyes of old,
Still kept within my mem’ries grasp to hold –
 O Lorien! How long ago it seems,
And yet you dwell amid the silvered beams
And within bright columns do life enfold.

In great need we enter your gold and green,
My desire would be never to depart.
My weary eyes drink in all that once had been
So blooming and fresh – sweet, your lips did part
To speak out as song all your love could deem
To bestow such as I this very heart.