Olorín

Your were right, my old friend

about all except your claim

my love was a deceit
an expedience

For I loved truly

Though I confess

I loved best

those who had it in them

to share my purpose

and had the heart to achieve it

Though I abide now

in the Deepest West

and have shed the garments

and guise that made me

bearable to their eyes

Have grown back into my powers

and look again upon

the unshadowed Light

Hear the harmonies of the song

and understand their weaving

I do not forget

those who flew like

sparks into the night

and fell back gray

their substance dissipating

into the matter

that gave them birth

Those grace notes

without which the Song

would be incomplete and

out of tune

And I, yes I

weep that we are parted

even as their melody

Rings on