In Her Eyes

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In Her Eyes

Postby blueraven » Fri Mar 12, 2004 3:40 pm

I was a bit upset when I started this, mostly because mum told me she'd take me to the book store after I got back from competition todayand she changed her mind for the fourth time- and it wasn't all that great today at competition to begin with. I try to write when I'm upset because I usually don't stay in a sour mood for long. I didn't expect this to turn out as it did, took a sharp turn about half way though. As I say for everything I write, I haven't gone though it to edit it or anything. So if things don't make much since, sorry about that.

In Her Eyes
K.Fritz

On quite days she'd wander on, on into a world unseen. Not quite sure where she was or where she'd ever be. Roaming onward into the night, lost in all her dreams. She's never fight or lose sight of what could ever be. Onward still she'd follow, the path within herself. Onward still she'd lose herself, to the world unseen. Stillness always seemed so far, floating among the waves. Gentle words of kindess, seemed to have drowned at sea. "Peace," she'd cry into the night, awaiting glorious tidings. "Love," she'd whisper into the rain, wishing for what she'd cry. "Mercy," she'd scream into the wind, praying for her god. Never did she hear a sound or see the signs within. She'd cry until she lost herself, to the world unseen.

On quite days she'd wander on, on into the light. Never fearing where she was or where she'd ever be. Daily she begins her dreams of dancing on the streets. Daily does she dress herself to see the King of Kings. Times did change as did she, leaving the world unseen. Now she dances for her Father, singing to His glory.

In dark dispear she found that light, the answer to her dreams. In all her days one could see, His truth was in her eyes.
"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Postby martinloyola » Fri Mar 12, 2004 10:33 pm

I like!!! I just love the wordchoice, it really makes everthing come alive, expecially the water imagery "sea" "rain" "cry" "floating" "waves" and then the switch to land "dancing" "streets and "light" :cool:
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Postby blueraven » Mon Mar 15, 2004 1:00 pm

Thanks ^^ I didn't realize that. I always try to work something about rain in my works simplity because I love rain - and if not rain snow hehe. The last bit was sort of well "blah" because I wasn't sure what to put and didn't want to go overboard. Guess you could say living your life for God isn't nearly as complicated as living against God, thus the long and then short parts, eh? hehe naw, just making up "excuses" and rambling. Thank you ^^
"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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