Summer Night in Elvenhome

Night spreads out their hands
Upon a world so tired
And close some eyes
Wich can finally rest
But others open and stare
In their clear-darkness
The sheens of a white and full moon
On their lake become blue-silver
And the light breeze run
With its nimble feet
Between the singing trees
And whisper with its mild voice
A long and sad lament
Of the Time Before
Each drop of rosy
Keep in its water
The already past memory
Of this fragile instant
The snow of white Taniquetil
Stays when the years decline
The place where nothing can fall
Where the air is so crystalline
Shores of gold and silver
Sea of emerald and saphire
Stars shining more than diamonds
When can I see you again ?
Only can I ?