As loved ones pass.

Why do we have to face the day when you're gone,
it seems as if tragedy has run us over,
flooding our minds with fault, grief and memories of the end.
Beginnings fight to burn through our pain, childish days seem distant,
still pictures in our mind not real or reality,
reality catches us off guard we are back in the present,
lost in our lives haste to the end we fight to forget. B
09/18/07 I had to pull off the road to write this one,
I was thinking about my mother now alone
with the rescent death of her husband.

Opening Post

The land above the sky flowing silent, reaching the distant peaks, streaks of life break through the calm, the peaks bring toghether the spance of time, together they reprsent the past present and future. 11/2 /06 B
No real reason to open with this other than it was among the first of many scattered pages of me. Thanks for reading.