Upon the plains of Aman shines a golden light
A scene so wrought in warm lit mists of amber sight
Of silver trees uplifting leaves in golden hues
Where fields reflect the glassy drops of shining dews
At dawn appears that golden land of fairy tale
No dream shall I compare unto its holy vale
But ever pray for hollow men with empty eyes
To look upon their shadow lands where barren lies
The moderns laid upon the sands as broken finds
The shattered kings from ruined lands in ancient days
And ‘pon their visage raise this sun to light their minds
So life may bloom there bathed in Aman’s golden rays
©2026 R.A.R. Knight
Author’s Note
A poem inspired by a sunrise, Tolkien, Elliot and Shelley.
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