They compare eyes to windows,
a way of looking in;
or glassy, like a mirror--
are you but a reflection?

Eyes like water, too, they say:
deep pools, deep seas.
But pools may freeze
and seas may swell with storm.

Glass and water, they trade
similes as one and same.
A pool of tears, a looking glass--
I'm always slipping through.

But I can't reach through this mirror.
Ice has covered
the pool of your reflection;
there is frost on the window to your soul.

Frodo’s Thoughts

Frodo meditates while walking to  Crickhollow.

*Walking. Large strides, heavy heart, dark thoughts.*

“Start walking.

I wonder where Gandalf is? I’ve never known him to be truly late before, though sometimes you would think he was.

Through the woods I walk and wonder;
There is beauty everywhere I see.
Trees and bushes, rocks and fountains;
All of Nature welcomes me.

Alone I sit at the Top of the Mountain;
Not a sound but the rushing stream.
Solitude is completely welcome;
Beauty covers and surrounds me.

Twilight coming, Sunlight fading;
The Moon is silently gleaming "Good Night."
Stars in Heaven, ever twinkling,
Wake me in the morning light.

Sometimes I wonder if we ask too much of life. We have our idea of what we would like life to be, all neatly arranged out according to our dreams and goals. And more often than not, we work towards achieving those dreams and goals and we get disappointed when we don't achieve them.

I'm sure we've all had our childhood dreams and fantasies, whether of shining armour or pretty girls, it does not matter. What matters is that we dream, and those dreams in turn shape and influence the goals we set later on in life.