For so much magic shed without measure…
For all the dreams you awoke once crippled by the reality I face day after day…
For the innocence you reveal, striking my soul with a precise arrow…
For your certainty in the dreams of a child who faces the World for the first time, who coddled my craziest beliefs…
For the deep sensibility you made into flesh, the characters who fill me with admiration, renewing trust in my own strange sensibility…
For the friendship melody you sang with no barrier, waking the memory of what I once believed in and aimed for…
For the Divine power of destiny you quietly slipped in to an eternal story, causing me to grab a stone that hangs from my neck with emotion — as Frodo once held an Elvish stone in his deepest agony…
For the sweetness and detail you marvel at, in each living being, reinstating my trust in the human being…
For the secret jubilee we had all forgotten in a corner of our own souls, reborn in its purest expression in the image of Elves; that takes my spirit to remote times and places where it was nothing but wandering energy in an unknown world; before it was made flesh in earth-worries and shallowness…
For the wise and subtle way in which you show our poor reality: beggars for a power that exceeds our knowledge, desperate wanderers in search of something we forgot, lost long ago in the restrained memory that dominates us…
For revealing the reason of our misery; the oblivion of marvelous things and extraordinary powers, giving us the base to correct our mistake of indifference and wrongful thoughts of magnificence…
For relieving the grey routine of my days, filling my senses with far off countries, fresh herb scents and harmonic songs…
For the unconditional tenderness you give away, and for waking quiescent dreams, chasing away the desolate shadow that covers over hope...
For all the feelings in my soul, for that deepest and purest emotion in the chest, for the excitement and pleasure that fills me with a powerful strength and unbreakable hope…
For all this and much more that my words cannot describe, I must thank you; not in simple thought and word, but with all I can offer as a living spirit; a manifestation that exceeds my most effective movement–an eternal, honest expression rising from the core of what I really am or was, though I ignore its origin, complexion and real power…
Simply, from no greater source than my words… Thank You.
