The Parting

Dressed like a drover,
Armed like a mercenary,
Head bent in kindness
To listen to a halfling, and I
Striving in vain to catch your eye.

Frequenting dark taverns
Where spies come and go,
Listening, learning,
Come and spy out
The secret of my heart.

Tomorrow we part but you
Keep still your ancient silence
Turning your snake ring,
Holding your fabled sword
Tearing my world.

If I could ride to war
As the horsemen do,
On the wings of the storm
You would have no hiding place
From the heralds of love.

In the East the Enemy
Desires you too.
For you are the Beginning
And the End
Of life for us.

- Varda