ON HIS BREATH CAME LOTHLORIEN

From the empty devouring maw of the dark sea
From the vast endless breathless empty
The eternal king exhaled the heavens forth
Where no thing dwelled, all came to be

It was in his song
where death could not walk
and all was sweet with the taste of life -
From his lips spilt
the valleys rivers and seas
Off his breath floated
trees, bees, and all that was green

He spoke such that - it must be
The boughs laden with golden flowers;
mirth bubbling
from every spring.
From the law of his word
we were meant to bow

It is on the eve of rest
I wish to return to dwell
for when the king of heaven spoke
the dark empty nothingness was dispelled