This poem, though it doesn’t mention Middle-earth directly, portrays the almost mystical Elven wisdom that Middle-earth possesses. I’ve always loved to wander the forest at night, especially in the moonlight. There’s a sadness and thoughtfulness in the silence that you can’t experience anywhere else.

Among the glade
In forest deep
The moonlit earth
Its song did keep.

And shadowy light
Lay scattered there
Upon the floor
Of the forest bare.

Woven rays
Throughout the trees
Did cast their gleam
In faintest breeze.

What eyes behold
This dreamlike night?
What tears are shed
In silent sight?

Those who mourn
For times yet past
For times at hand
For times to last.

I rarely share my poems with anyone, so this is sort of weird for me...I know the rhyme scheme isn't followed exactly, but I normally prefer writing free-verse. The pattern just sort of fell in place unintentionally.

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"The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by the veil of familiarity" ~ CS Lewis

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Ringer for Christ