The History of Python



Loss by alena #

When I was a child,
loss was a white feather,
weightless, soft as snow:
me on the beach,
and mother beyond.

When night came,
it became a silver beam
from a distant star:
father in the sky,
and me earth-bound.

Years later,
loss was just a bend
in the gently singing sea:
me on this side,
and Celebrían beyond.

And then,
loss came with a kiss, and a flick
of Fate's slender blade:
me in Arda,
and my Evenstar beyond.