Finrod Felagund

Mae Govannen

[finrod-noldo]

I’m tired of being strong

Of being mortally resilient

Where is the lava of gold

that once filled the crevices of my soul?

[finrod-noldo]

My mind is rich

And the world is lovely

Let us chaotically meet death upon the battlefield

And scream “ oh what a ride it was!”

[finrod-noldo]

One day the sun shall rise

And not find you beneath its rays

So do as you will

While the earth does not yet taken you

In her cold embrace.

[finrod-noldo]

I think— I think I know what my soul yearns for over all these years. I yearn to fly. To gain wings and soar close to the sun. To Icarus’s sun. Maybe I’ll burn or maybe, just maybe, I’ll be reborn again, like a phoenix, new body, old soul.

[finrod-noldo]

I’m tired

I am cosmically tired.

[finrod-noldo]

She was lovely in the ways of the heaven

A face kissed by Icarus’s sun

How joyful she was amongst the trees of old

But just like dreams, us mortal men shall be awaken from them.

Namärie!

[finrod-noldo]

Who shall I be?

A wanderer of the night sky

Of the city lights

Of The sounds of the seas

Who shall I be be?

A leader of men

A philosopher

Or a god like the universe intended.

Who on earth can tell me what should I be?

I’m naked in the dark

Vegetating under the weight of my own mind

Hunting by the ghost of everything good under the stars.

Tell me? Who shall I be?

[finrod-noldo]

The memory of the future haunts me

And I must go to create them.

[finrod-noldo]

Be still

[finrod-noldo]

Find me beneath the Corsican star where we first kiss

Yours! Eternally.

[finrod-noldo]

Come with me!

To where broken mountain meets the ocean.

[finrod-noldo]

An afternoon on a foggy beach!

Ruby beach, WA

[finrod-noldo]

I think school is a crime perpetrated against creativity.

[finrod-noldo]

I have memories of the future.

[finrod-noldo]

The last morning of 2021! May the universe conspires in your favor this year and till the end.

[finrod-noldo]

The real tragedy is waiting to live and waiting to die simultaneously.

[finrod-noldo]

The open road softly called, for a new beginning.