You write poetry too? Cool!
(If I understand you correctly?)
Well, here they are. This one is where I say goodbye to him at the Grey Havens (somehow having gotten there--but it's sort of a persona, you know? A true one, though.
) The next one (Dawn Dream) is where we meet in dreams. (Though I didn't actually have a dream like this. Would've been cool, though.)
The Leavetaking
O where are you going
At eve in the gloaming
As evenwind's blowing,
The West fair and free?
The clear waves are foaming,
The westward tide flowing;
Where go you a-roaming,
Your face to the Sea?
The Sun west is winging,
Light goldenly falling;
The Lone Star is singing,
Far silver on white;
From light heart-enthralling
What fate is eve bringing?
What fair and far calling
So draws you tonight?
The white Moon is gleaming
So fair in the twilight,
The water is streaming
A-swirl in the tide--
Neath silver of sky-light
A grey ship rocks dreaming:
To what fair and high light
At eve does she ride?
A burden's weight learning
Through wilderness faring,
A Fire hot burning
Alone to embark;
A cruel Quest uncaring--
"There is no returning--"
A heavy cross bearing
To Death in the Dark.
In Shadowlands yonder
Your star gave its shining,
In Darkness to wander
That Dawn wake the world;
With Sorrow entwining,
Still wounded you ponder;
For light you are pining--
The West is unfurled.
The final Leavetaking--
The Third Age is ending.
With joy or grief breaking,
To you my heart's drawn.
And west your path's wending,
The grey world forsaking;
To white shores ascending
Where swift comes the Dawn.
And now you're arising
To fly to heart's resting;
The thing of our prizing,
Your sweet smile glows--
The Sun sets a-westing
So fair in uprising--
On Earth no more questing,
Westsetting he goes.
When Endor is paling
To you comes the Choosing,
Where light is unfailing
From Arda to part--
With sorrow I'm musing
As west Last Ship's sailing;
That sight I am losing
And with it, my heart.
The sunset you follow--
The Star shine above you!
You pass from all sorrow
And gone are your fears.
My heart will think of you
Though grey seems the morrow;
One Earth-bound shall love you
Through swift running years.
Dawn Dream
Verse 1
At the break of the day, as we stand in the Dawn,
I will sing with the Sun at her rising!
On a high-lifted hill, neath a sky silver wan,
You will know you're the light of my prizing!
Ever more I will sing--let us wing to bright heaven:
Arda's glades cannot keep those who leap to the sky!
On this shore all our song can't belong, deeply graven--
Endor fades--all is white--dearest light, let us fly!
Verse 2
With a silvery song see the Star of the Morn-- Like the light of my heart she is singing!
Like that spark, you're my star, as the shadows are shorn,
And for you in the light I am winging!
Let us seek for the West, there to rest, lost from Ambar!
Middle-earth we forsake--billows break, white with foam!
Worn and weak, Earth may fall, yet her all we'll remember--
On the firthe, starlight gleams--lost in dreams, let us roam!
Verse 3
Like a wind of the sky, winged child of Light You and I were not born for this waining.
Let us wing through the stars as a gleam silver-white,
Where the mist glimmers grey, softly raining.
Let us rise--long we pass silver glass, bright and blissful!
Watch the Dawn set her light on the white Mountain-tine!
To the skies--Valmar's bell--Earth's farewell, wan and wistful--
Sunrise yon glimmers far--Elvenstar, let us shine!
. In my dreams, I meet Frodo most of the time, but one or two times also Elijah 
(which is a lot 
It takes practice. And inspiration, which for me at least comes at it's own pace. One thing I've learned (somewhat the hard way!) is that it works better if you don't try to force a poem out (although admittedly it's hard to not to do do when you want to write, but the inspiration isn't coming... 
