An elf I know has hinted
his kind is considering
“a departure”,
for it seems matter now weighs too heavy
on the earth.
“Where will you go?”, I ask him,
fearful of losing such an old friend.
“Well, we’ll think of some where.
There are so many options
‘ye know not of…’.
Elves!
Always talking in riddles!
But I am grieved.
In my dreams
I dream to travel with them,
but,
of course….
how can I,
being a being of so much more
substantial stuff?
Poems by Ken 