This second chapter is a bit longer. It has also been rewritten, though nothing in this story has been Beta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Narnia is making it's owner a lot of money, and since I can barely afford college there is no way it belongs to me.
Chapter Two: …Is Remembered
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From the first moment when I heard Your name
Something in my heart came alive
You showed me love and no words could explain
A love with the power to
Open the door
To a world I was made for
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Narnia fills my every waking thought; it is as if my subconscious mind is helping me remember. Because when I remember, I am content. I am able to take joy in the snowflakes. I am able to feel alive.
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And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring
And I'll be remembering You
Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing
and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You
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The other children at the school I attend think I am crazy. I can tell by their curious glances in my direction. Apparently most people only stare out the window with a look of longing when the sun is out. So my looks are met with some confusion. But when it is overcast, cold and wet most people want to stay indoors, except for me. What they do not understand is that the looks are not for what is, but for what will be. I know that just like after that first winter in Narnia, spring always follows.
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The dark night, the hard fight
The long climb up the hill knowing the cost
The brave death, the last breathe
The silence whispering all hope was lost
The thunder, the wonder
A power that brings the dead back to life
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But not every memory I hold of Narnia is a good one. Some nights the dream comes and I cannot wake, there is no other option but to wait till the end.
I cry out to Him, yet He does not hear me. I know it is a dream yet I do not want to relive those horrifying moments of His death. Looking back I now believe that it was because I was always afraid that He would not rise. But He always does standing like He did that glorious morning, more beautiful than any other sight in either world. Then he roars, filling me with hope, love, and life. Then, as I always do at this point in the dream, I wake.
But one time it was very different. One time I did not wake up. "Keep faith dear one, spring is almost here." Then he turned to go, pausing when I ask him to stay with me.
"I am always with you dear one, and soon you will be with me." I cling to his promise to this day, waiting for him to bring me home.
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I wish You could stay
But I'll wait for the day
And though You've gone away
You come back and
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