There is an answer to be found. Though most spend a lifetime never understanding the question. Reality slips like sand on a shore, moments passing, as accusations fly like daggers in the dark. They pierce our shadows, never touching where we truly stand. There in the stream of the universe passing through this being.

"Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me"

There are words that should be written.
Thoughts that should be shared.
Understanding to be known
so often, so sadly, moments pass
never again to come our way
A sight never again seen, with the wind
now like a dream, and yet I see so clearly,
soft colors against the sky, breeze gently blowing
strands of hair across eyes I shall never gaze into again.
tender memory, so long past, just a touch would be enough
losing my breath as I relive that one and only
irreplaceable, uneraseable moment.... if only

"wish that I had found the way"

Christopher Brent

sitting on that lakeside watching her standing there in my memory....