The heart of the Blue Star

Golden is the voice in my soul pouring joy
Like the rays of a new morning
Caressing the cold ground
As it brings it back to life.

Gentle are the fingers on my cheek
Like the touch of the breeze of the sea
Upon my hair and body.

Stripped am I of pride
When I gaze into his eyes
As I find myself again
Like a star finding its place in the sky.

My dance would have no grace
And empty would be my days,
As I would be no star
Without his love to make me shine.

The heart of Elenilin
In your hands is
May there come storm or darkness fall,
Even beyond time I still will wait
For the promised day.