The Journey Into The West ~ Catherine Maccabee (With help from Howard Shore, Fran Walsh, Anne Lennox and J.R.R. Tolkien)
“ 'End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass. And then you see it’
‘See what?’
‘White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.’ ”
Still air, lazy stalks of grass bend for the moment and not the wind
Butterflies fail to stir the atmosphere as they flutter silently byGolden clouds drift gently, dancing with silver rays of sunset
Ripples on the water reflect the light with a near painful brilliance
The horizon beckons the weary souls
No one knows the route
None fear the journey
Left behind is unrest, a thin spirit shed like an unneeded cloak
Abandoned is sadness and loss, removed like a dreary mask
Hope and strength to be left on these shores for the new youth
New stories and lives will weave the tales of this land
Music begs to be written
No one knows the songs
None fear the dance
“…Hope fades into the world of nightThrough shadows falling, out of memory and time
Don't say: ‘We have come now to the end’
White shores are calling, you and I will meet again...
...And all will turn, to silver glassA light on the water, gray ships pass
Into the West.”
Originally written January 26, 2009
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