Peace

She has fallen asleep in her chaise by the window, their newborn son peaceful in her arms. For a moment Denethor is annoyed – Where is the nurserymaid? – but then he sees the dance of moon and shadow, the play of starlight on their faces, and is captivated, thinking he has never seen a sight so lovely.

I watch while you sleep
Pale moonlight brushes your skin
In your dreams, you smile

He thanks the Powers for all the blessings of his life: wife, sons, homeland; and prays for wisdom and strength and courage to hold them safe, no matter what.

A birthday gift for Astara - December, 2005