Recharged

[aesmael]

At last, at long last, a day to myself where I can relax and be myself (that's a euphemism folks) and maybe get some work done. Beautiful springtime winds last night, blowing in the dark and trees swaying.

The flowers may rise in Spring,

The trees may bud, the waters run,

The merry finches sing.

Or there maybe ‘tis cloudless night

And swaying beeches bear

The Elven-stars as jewels white

Amid their branching hair.

 

Though here at journey’s end I lie

In darkness buried deep,

Beyond all towers strong and high,

Beyond all mountains steep,

Above all shadows rides the Sun

And Stars for ever dwell,

I will not say the Day is done

Nor bid the Stars farewell.