Sight at Sunset

Upward I look
as beckoned from heaven above
with longing am filled
and regret that I yet must tread
upon this terrestrial earth
So is it not fitting
that some of the sky
should have been caught
in the center of my eye,
reflecting the dream of my mind?
Westward I go
to lands yet unknown--
though these be home,
but patient I wait
for the fit time
when my hostel I may leave.
Let me then fly on the wings
of the night
wrapped in a web
of ithil light
Let me wake on the golden dawn
over ocean under sky
where all is radiant light.