Last Night's Dream: The Alphabet

So, the only part I remember of this dream was we (Luke, Kayla, Naneth, Becky, and I) were listing letters--don't ask me why; I don't know. The thing was, there were a heck of a lot more than A-Z.... "Pon" was one. "lee" was another. (Hey, Lee! You're a letter!!!) "Toe" and "Nee" and "Moo" were a few more. Yeah. Fun stuff.
We listed other things too, but nothing really sticks out. Just thought I'd let everyone know that there are a LOT more than 26 letters in the alphabet.

Heroes season 3 , episode 6 quote

"High Five, Turtle!"
--Parkman

quote: Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

"He who has a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'."

What's your reason to live? Why do you get up in the morning? I live for my family and friends, for books (reading and writing), for music, for the sky. I don't have a specific reason. Some days I wonder what the point of getting out of bed would be that day. Some days I don't know why I keep on trucking. Except for the fact that it would be an almighty waste of everything anyone put into making me, educating me, feeding me, etc. The way I phrased that sounds depressing and a bit morbid. Sorry about that. I hope you understand what I mean.

I'm not a bad writer; I'm just a bad thinker.

"The Gathering"

This is a poem I wrote last week. It's not as coherent and cohesive as I'd like, but it's not bad. It's quite appropriate for the time of year actually. I wonder if it would work better as a prose piece; there is no rhyme, verse, etc. I really like the image it gives. I saw it clearly and that's where the poem came from. The question is: Does the poem present the image and emotions as I saw and felt them, or something different? Only the readers can tell me.

The Gathering

Soul by soul they stand,
Wind swirling through gossamer robes.
Ethereal voices sigh,
Creating tangled webs of sound
Humming above the trees.
A Gathering
Of witches, angels, demons, ghosts.
Heavy fog embraces them,
Stirred by the wind--
Shadows dance, shades sing
With the magic of the Gathering.
Night eternal filled with memory;
Each soul a story of the past,
each spirit witness.
Magic in Gathering, gathering in magic,
Held to Earth by night and fog,
Wind giving them voice.
The Gathering calls.

"Raining Tears"

Tears raining down from Heaven in my heart.
The sky embraces me with blue, black, and grey wings.
The earth holds me up, solid and reliable.
They are still there for me when others depart,
But I find no comfort; my soul with melancholy sings
Sad, lamenting songs sung with fear undeniable.
Don't forget me, your little girl.
Don't leave me, your little girl.
I'm grown up on the outside, but I'm just a girl.
Tears rain down from Heaven in my heart.
The sun is hidden from me; all I see is grey.
Looking up, the clouds tear up; they cry for me.
Are those rain drops dripping down or
Tears raining down from Heaven to my heart?

_La_Peau_de_chagrin by Honore de Balzac QUOTE

"Ici, l'on peut écrire soi-même."

(Here, one can write one's self.)