In Vacant or in Pensive Mood

A storm raged in the sea of her heart, Rapidly flooding her eyes; The salty waters gushed out, Desperately in search of respite. Drowning in the chaos of her stormy sea Which soaked her pillow and stained her cheeks, She almost couldn't remember  What sunny days used to be. As darkness surrounded her, And her tired eyes grew heavy, She gave in, almost gratefully, For a chance to escape reality. Drifting into another world, She saw clear skies and a silver sea, Calling out to her from the far end of a stretch of sand. With the morn she rose, Determined with renewed energy. Was it the restful sleep or the dreams that lay beyond That faraway land? One to make dreams come true, She set out in search of it. Because those frothy ends of that silver sea Had beckoned her to wet her feet. Led to its shores, without a thought She went on towards the sparkling waters, Reflecting a million sunbeams that gleamed Down on her fro...

After an all-night worship session, everyone had decided to rest for a while in their tents. But you know, in this place, it is seldom that one needed to rest because of fatigue or exhaustion. Perhaps that was why he was able to go back out to the Garden after spending just a few brief minutes in the tent. Here, he didn't really feel the need to sleep. Sometimes, when he thought about his old home, he laughed at how much he loved to sleep there! Here, he just liked to spend as much time as possible singing, or playing the swanky guitar they gave him sometimes. During other times, he liked to walk in the Garden, as he was doing now, or just sit and watch the fountain as its gleaming water gushed out in different directions. It was a beautiful place, no doubt, much better than the people back home described it. Someone touched him on his shoulder and he turned to see who it was. It was a man wearing a beautiful white tux, holding a letter in his hand. Alan's eyes brimmed wit...