Magpie
He embraces me.
I acquiesce.
A thousand lifetimes and more this jewel owes to me.
My sons it owes to me.
My happiness it owes to me.
Yet I hesitate in reverence in its clear, heavenly light.
I hesitate.
As I look at it, I am reminded of the legends that have become tradition among my people.
Can it be true that it holds the last rays of the trees?
I will never know. I have to be content to bury my face against the chest of my lover.
Elwing and Eärendil.
A bird and a man.
United once more.