dancing...

she let him take her hand and lead her on to the dance floor all the time she sung to her self...

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now


he held her close as they continued to dance, all night long...

oh and a FYI i haven't forgotten anyone i just cant log on to sl at my house anymore i have to use Justin's computer..

ooc rants here

yes i opened it to keep them all separated... sorry.. but had too.
~ Raven

http://rayesrantsandwords.blogspot.com/

poem for love

blood washes blood.
tears may fall,
hearts may hurt,
but when love,
is truer then true,
all hurts,
can be forgiven.
when a tear falls
it may not be,
from hurt,
or pain,
but for the hurt,
that is felt for,
another.
light and dark,
the two things we know,
but maybe,
time will tell that,
fire,wind and water,
go forever on.

readding poems

she sits in fount of the fire a well worn leather bound book open upon her lap the words on the page seem to tumble out of her mouth, wither planed or not they come...

Beloved! amid the earnest woes
        That crowd around my earthly path-
      (Drear path, alas! where grows
      Not even one lonely rose)-
        My soul at least a solace hath
      In dreams of thee, and therein knows
      An Eden of bland repose.

      And thus thy memory is to me
        Like some enchanted far-off isle
      In some tumultuous sea-
      Some ocean throbbing far and free
        With storms- but where meanwhile
      Serenest skies continually
      Just o'er that one bright island smile.


---Edger Allan Poe... To F---


ooc... yes he is my favorite author...

occ fyi

Im back!!! ^_^