**Two poems, unrelated except for they both have something to do with North, and both were written while I listened to a song called North. 1 is inspired by a character from a novel I'm working on, and 2 is just part of an idea that may one day become a novel, who knows.**

Awake, my dear, awake

The morning you must take

You must fight the unknown fears

That have haunted all for years

As you lie there in bed

People tremble in dread

Only you can help

Beat  pain like a whelp

You have lived your life in comfort

You must do what you were born for

So rise from you sleep

Let your sword cut deep

I know you dream deep dreams

Void of any screams

But you must hear terror today

As the wickedness you slay

...you consider being called 'weird', 'crazy', or anything related to those words a compliment

...you play games with the minds of people who don't know that you're a homeschooler. Like telling them that you're class valedictorian, and later in the conversation telling them you're class dunce

...you have trouble keeping quiet when someone makes a mistake in grammar or uses a word incorrectly

...you wonder how other kids ever survived public school

...you can sense when somebody's going to ask if you stay in your pajamas all day (and the answer is NO)

   One they were sure that they were safe, the people who had been hiding ventured out, another among them. Several hours had passed, and in that time, Scott and Rebekah had become the proud parents of Titus Ezra Lamar, without the help of a midwife.

  Everyone wondered where Solana and Dominica had gone.

The sweetest things you said to me
What my heart wanted to hear
Your words like cotton candy
Were suger to my ears

The most beautiful things you said to me
That made my soul delight
Your words were like a candle
That gave the darkness light

The silliest things you said to me
Just to make me smile
About clouds being elephants
And a little bird named Lyle

The saddest things you said to me
Like when you said "Good bye"
Or "I never meant to hurt you,

  Sparkling, glistening,

flowing e’er.

It blows the salty wind,

forever, through my hair.

Splashing, glowing,

flashing flares.

It calms my troubled mind;

forever, all my cares.

Sighing, swaying,

should I dare?

It tempts, invites;

forever, I cannot bear.

Spluttering, satisfied,

coming for air.

It comforts, provides;

forever, it is fair.

The snow shines so coldly,
The ice smiles so boldly,
The desolate earth cannot sing.

The trees breathe soft whispers
Of mem'ries of slivers
Of sunlight to perk up their wings.

Birds ruffle and sigh,
How they wish they could fly
Undisturbed by the icy cold sting.

I wait in my home
And I stay all alone
'Till away I shall fly to the spring.

I think of soft sunlight
That fades into moonlight
Creating a cool ev'ning breeze.

Recalling rills rippling,

I love to see a sunset!

A sky not just blue

but orange, green, and russet

yellow and purple too!

The sky is briefly colored-rainbow

Colors stretching around earth's bend

With beams bright or mellow

It has not rain or even end!

No end to color in the sky

But brief is the medley's stay

for eventually they must bid good-bye

Night overtakes the day.

~*~Hey everyone, please check my profile and look at the chapter titles I've added. What do you think? Did you like the chapters without the titles better, or do the titles add to the story? Hope you enjoy this installment!~*~

21.
Lily white, her crown of snow
In curving light her petals grow.
Bird in flight sees her below,
Moved by sight of such a glow.

22. Spring
First won't look like much
but it smells and sounds and feels
like coming alive

23.
“I hope you dance,” whispered Moira
To Neal at their very first ball
“Sweet lass!” he said as he kissed her
They were wed before the next fall.
“I hope you dance,” Cora’s brother
Teased as he saw her big chance
But the man who made eyes at his sister