Waves
The waves glitter in starlight,I look to distant shores,
like glass is the sea.
Like glorious silver the moon,
my hand grasps the sand,
the hour is coming.
The swan-ships are lost to fire,
I abandoned sister and brother,
my heart cries out.
Iron brought death,
the sea confines my world,
I refuse to speak.
Not to be named is the Noldorish hour,
dreadful the crossing of our paths,
a gull is laughing.
