While walking through the woods near my home, the light was just right and the leaves golden which inspired this poem, based on The Lord of the Rings land of Lothlorien by J.R.R. Tolkein
The Time
of Lothlorien
When the autumn turns to gold,
And leaves glimmer in the sun,
The time of Lothlorien has come.
Days of golden light, honey
in the atmosphere
and everything turns
with misty light,
to legends of old and ancient days,
stirring
in my mind and heart,
whispers of heaven that will not
depart.
As leaves quake in the aspen
trees,
with lithe
bodies dancing in the breeze.
Mysteries
of old unfold,
Healing in
the golden light
of elvish
beauty and delight.
Who saturates this atmosphere?
Beyond the confines of time and
place.
He treads
softly and eyes behold—
His
glorious countenance.
Radiating splendor,
He
is the Light of Lothlorien.
Beyond all mysteries and
fantasies,
He
resides in the Throne room of light,
While lightning
flashes from His eyes.
All lies
dispelled in the light.
Lighting
up the Eastern skies,
He will
return from Lothlorien,
And grace
this earth once more,
to take us
home to where we of
Golden
light belong,
“Beyond
the confines of time and space,”
Lothlorien
whispers.
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