November

I am a fish in a bowl
I squint at the air but cannot jump 

Out of myself. out of this hell 

And if i scream you chose not to hear me 

nothing would help. And you won t 

I ll have to erase that night of November 

It all went so wrong. Don t wanna remember 

"Forget it " i command to a heart with no ears 

"This wasn't t your war even poor dear"

You got me to fight someone else's fear 

Why have i ever thought this was for real 

Where is my dou. Give me back my dou 

Is not me that you mean to be mean to 

And i miss the one i thought its all that 

deserving your gold for such a smart act 

I now need to get your words out of my mind 

" all i want is for us to be fine" 

I m here alone and put up a smile 

The saddest of souls in me left to hide 

Don t cry pretty girl please get up 

You already got pain say things it should NOT 

stand tall....you re SO better without 

Colours

Life ain t black and white.   Life is a bilion of colours
Theres black and white as well in life thou .... there is darkness and there is light
But when it comes to feelings , colour them bright.  Who wants shades when there should be happiness .... nobody wants the pain, and if you re offering something , make sure is the right colour
Life aint black and white but true feelings ain t no gray !!  ... they should be bright and clear , a mute cry than anyone can see for what it really is ... when doubt creeps in , it smears mud into that brightness and pain is born and all gets thorn
For all the colours in my life , i want one more. But clear
Don t give me any gray.
My dear

#cherisheveryday

Sunday ... Early... Entered the kitchenette and i was the only one except for the woman working there ...  Had a bad night sleep ... Some weird dream of a sexual nature ... Woke up around 6 and wasn t able to fell asleep again ... Had a shower cleaned a bit around the room, went for breakfast ... Half hour later maybe this young girl came in but she chose the far across table with her back on me ... I grabbed  my cold by now coffee  and went into the garden , where the swimming pool is ... Laid there in my orange dress for more than half an hour . Beautiful day.  Than it dawn in me that this dress is too fancy for the beach so went back  in and changed for the long tshirt one ...

On the way to the beech , you must cross a small tunnel  under the main busy street 

So these tanned tall heavy built surfers crossed with me , holding hands ... They were two men.   I couldn t help thinking that i ve probably more balls than both of them combined - here its me , not afraid to walk the streets between the blocks of apartments yesterday all the way to Cristo Rei - never mind it turned out to be closed.  Will go again soon.   Than take the train to Carcavelos , go to the beach on my own , sitting here for lunch on my own...  At times lonely but still not afraid and feeling good .... 

" what would you do if you knew no fear ?? ..." 

Been on the beech reading for the last three hours.   Crowded not as much -less sunny today - is warm thou - but i m guessing due to being Sunday ... A group of noisy Russians with their kids - the little one blew a handful of wet sand on my book .... 

Now a break for lunch .... Busy place and overpriced got a beef sandwich , a Bacardi breezeer that i m drinking from the bottle and a coffee ... Noticed i got a bit of colour already.  No suncream with me but hey i m not getting much sun anyway ... It might as well damage me :) .... Lovely Sunday , my "me time " is nearly finished , wish i had more .... 

Reflections

To think is not easy ... therefore most people will rather judge
Guilty of it myself , so many times
Hours before stepping into the new year ... and i m reflecting on my life once again .. did it all day ...
woke up early and hit the gym , with a hunch that classes would be cancelled , but hey I m stubborn sometimes .  Class was cancelled ... so did what I rarely do , pedalled for 15 min than did something that I do actually do : 3 or 4 sets of squats ... relaxed at the sauna than jaccuzi, true to my nature , pretending to doze off, eyes closed, ignoring the population
Its New Years Eve ... and in the movies , the lonely girl accidentally meets a handsome stranger who sweeps her off her feet ..   yeah , you ve seen one movie and that ruins you for life : you get to believe it might happen to you !  Reality is I decided to do wear the red dress i got on sales last week - I love it , I ll drive to mum and have one glass off bubbles than take her for a ride in the city .... i ll do my hair , put on the red lipstick and smile like I m happy !
Life is way too short not to smile !!
This new years eve does remind me of the last one ... but not the one before ... so if i m sad this time ,I ll sure forget it !
I dream of unknown places ...of the world and of my heart ! If we dream less as we grow older , that s reassuring I m doing fine.   Do not give up on dreaming !
I ve no real new year resolutions ... this is my resolution!  I wish what I ce been wishing for many years now , and believe that day is closer than ever
Lets be grateful for the moment    Present is all I and you have ... the rest is a promise and i m no punter   All i pray for is to stay healthy and have my dear ones close to my heart.  I m sorry for getting upset and saying all those hurtful things.   I only really hurt myself.   Love is not to be expected but to be shared.  And it will find its way back to me.  And you.  Anything else is an illusion     Beware of illusions
Keep grounded and get real and most importantly , love.  

crush(ed)

Nechita Stanescu, one of the most loved poets of Romania said:

"The only real things which we take with us in the end are our own feelings, 

our loves, our hates and adversities. I ask myself: at the end of life, 

what will we leave outside? I suppose we can leave some feelings, 

less of hate, some of passion, but... especially of love." 

the poet of kisses on heels , he famously wrote :
"Tell me, if I caught you one day
And kissed the sole of your foot—
Wouldn’t you limp a little afterwards 
Afraid you’re going to crush my kiss?"(A Poem)

Love is probably the only feeling we have that makes us feel eternal, makes us forget we don't actually belong to someone, but indeed we belong to time itself, our greatest enemy.   caught in our daily futile silly  routines and passions, we forget to hate time, our only true enemy. 

Sweet babymine gift

...from the moment our paths crossed
The first time we met
I knew when our lips touched
You d be hard to forget
💏
Breathtaking ...the feeling
Being lost in your eyes
The serenity in my soul
When i take in your smile

But theres much more to say than
What our eyes can already see
I m writing this for you
Because the joy you bring to me

The best gift in the world
Cannot be bought nor sold
No matter how much you have
In diamonds or gold

The best gift in the world is
The memories we share
Because in the end thats all thats left
When we re naked and bare

You tell me your pain
And your wish to run out of tears
If you ever need someone to share them with
Unconditionally , I m here

I embrace you with these hands
So strongly - as if I never want to let go
But someday i must ...  And this much , I know

But besides trying to rhyme
and make this thing perfect
I d rather be honest and let my true feelings surface
I wanted to show you , in a special way
You re soecial to me and with you
I enjoy every minute hour day

The circumstances don t even matter , because
my heart does not care
The best gift we give eachother
Each memory we share
And if I am far from you someday , somewhere
Look at the sky ... Because we both breathe the same air

In the end thou I guess the best gift is definetely this
All of these feelings combined together with your groovy kiss !

Beach moments

Sunday ... Early... Entered the kitchenette and i was the only one except for the woman working there ...  Had a bad night sleep ... Some weird dream of a sexual nature ... Woke up around 6 and wasn t able to fell asleep again ... Had a shower cleaned a bit around the room, went for breakfast ... Half hour later maybe this young girl came in but she chose the far across table with her back on me ... I grabbed  my cold by now coffee  and went into the garden , where the swimming pool is ... Laid there in my orange dress for more than half an hour . Beautiful day.  Than it dawn in me that this dress is too fancy for the beach for went in and changed for the long tshirt one ...

On the way to the beech , you must cross a small tunnel  under the main busy street 

So these tanned tall heavy built surfers crossed with me , holding hands ... They were two man.   I couldn t help thinking that i ve probably more balls than both of them combined - here its me , not afraid to walk the streets between the blocks of apartments yesterday all the way to Cristo Rei - never mind it turned out to be closed.  Will go again soon.   Than take the train to Carcavelos , go to the beach on my own , sitting here for lunch on my own, not afraid.   At times lonely but still so good .... 

Been on the beech reading for the last three hours.   Crowded not as much due to the sun- is warm thou - but i m guessing due to being Sunday ... A group of noisy Russians with their kids - the little one blew s handful of wet sand on my book .... 

Now a break for lunch .... Busy place and overpriced got a steal sandwich , a Bacardi breezeer that i m drinking from the bottle and a coffee ... Noticed i got a bit of colour already.  No suncream with me but hey i m not getting much sun anyway ... It might as well damage me :) .... Lovely Sunday wish i stayed longer .... 

Gone

Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But, I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now


I can't be hurted any  more
I thought cause I was I,and knew it all
I ve seen it all and felt it all ...
 How wrong was i ... 

I thought I felt like this before
Not quite.

After tonight, and any given time
my heart and yours , under one sky
and all I feel can't leave behind
it haunts me and can't hide.

 I think about it once again 

I ll blame the moon
Its full , taking away the sleep.

Because of your heart, I will not cry

I close my eyes. And feel..

The cold wind of night rushes by

Hushes the leaves of trees

Taking those leaves away with it

As far as it can have them

But when the wind loses its strength

The leaves are falling and crumble into nothing

As we once were..

My eyes open slowly. Baby huh…

I think about it 

The past crumbles into nothing like the leaves.

The wind is back, stronger than ever.

And the wind moves and life goes on 

Heresy

God , you gave me eyes to keep on going 
be it light or be it dark. h
And here i am now acting blind 
Sudden noise of hidden feelings 
Weren t buried deep enough
You and me.   A heresy  

Can you show me what I want 

Cause without you .know. I don t 

And i m looking and don t see 

Free me of these " wannabe-s"...

Clouds. I stop looking when these trees 

Push me towards memories 

You were sweet.  Don t want to leave 

And why can you just read my heart 

It is mine or ... It should be ! 

But i will loose just one http://irinaforte.blogspot.ie/2016/01/smiles-and-nightmares.html?m=1

And tell me NO ! I dare you if you can ! 

Crossroads

For all the way I ve done
I will not look behind
Cause here I am.  I smile
I may not be too loud about it
But loud inside and you know me


And I am where I wanted

And still. I tremble now
I trusted me.  And God within..
Its always been
I m looking right. And left.
I shall not freeze
You guided all my steps
And this is not assigning my mistakes.

I heard you ve got your ways
And this is what past is
I throw myself with eyes wide shut
Knowing you re watching over
There might have been just one heartbeat
I missed
You must have been at work
Writing my road ahead

Scared ?  I ve never been
I trust my life in you
And many times again

Smiles and nightmares

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.

Megan Chance, The Spiritualist

We re running from our feelings every day.  We became masters at hiding our feelings, eager to behave and speak in a way thats "appropriate", wary of being judged. We behave 30 cause we re thirthy, we behave "mature" cause its expected from us  

we repress real feelings if they don t fit the society s standards ... We judge the ones that don t, they so become outcasts , marginalized.   We fail to understand, cause we rarely look beyond the surface  Biggest heartaches, the biggest fights,  they go unknown.  Cause how can we accept?     We don t.  Therefore, we don t control. The irony .... 

A girl that falls sobbing in the very tiny room she was the happiest , and why ?!  

Left a scar that it won t heal

She hides the pain within.  

And she won t say a thing 

Forever is a lie 

Who knows who s babymine 

A story meant to die 

How foolish to believe that more control measures we have in place, the safer we are from all evil.  It's spread like plague.  Cause its how our hearts became caged, our feelings hidden, all masks of smiles, you don t fool me but I wanna be fooled.  

Evil is unspectacular and always human

And shares our bed and eats at our own table.

W.H. AUDEN, Herman Melville

We re naturally self absorbed    And talking about ourselves is the preferred topic to most people.   And when we do make time to talk about whats going on,how ofter  do we act upon it ?  There are very few heroes between us left, and they re not the ones on television or newspapers , they usually go unknown, the brave who dare to fight against prejudice, the ones that go against their way just to do good.  To them good translates fair no matter what.   Cause goodness is fairness  In any small quest or deed.  The ones that don t care about praise, but only righteousness.  Oh, the battle they fight !!  

" I happen to think that the singular evil of our time is prejudice. It is from this evil that all other evils grow and multiply. In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: a man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself " 

ROD SERLING, Los Angeles Times, 1967

If love conquers time and skin colour, what a joke its been !! And i don t know where to begin ! Embrace yourself , enjoy the nightmares ! At least you feel.  It might be all thats left in you.   This scar will never heal 

What will i do with all there is 

no water and no fire 

Will this past, cleanse !! 

And all the hate there is 

Can t help. 

Cause it will always hurt 

To think . 

I d rather have nightmares 

And you.   

Happy 2016

I don t know about you , but I take a moment now to think of how blessed I am , to thank for the present, nevermind the past, whatever the future !
Happy 2016 !!!! Present is to be cherished and celebrated and we should so every moment not just at new year.... I don t know about you , but often when I lay in bed at end of day, I thank for my clean bed and my health... We should all aknowledge more often the blessings we have in our life, the most important things, that aren t things .... A child , a mother, a sister or brother and their hug, a friend you can count on to tell you the truth , like " hey blondie, you re crazy , take it down a notch"
Time is the enemy .... Still we celebrate its passing ... As its only than  when it seems its all the same, still everything changes.  We see how tall our children got, oh and our new gained wisdom reflected by the mirror.. Smile to it ! You ll never be as young again, as you are today !!
I don t know about you , but my year was good.  And the new year will be better still !!! I learned again , still more about myself.  I grew more to listen to my heart and to my best friend, God bless her for being in my life !   I made peace with a couple more things that I can t change and i allowed myself to cry when I realised that weakness is given for a reason.
Life takes us different routes but never forget what you stand for.  And stand strong!! Or you may fall for anything.... We re given this life to fight. It may not be easy but its a beautiful struggle.  We can either love or give up.   I say we love.   The rest will come to us.  We only live once, but if we do it right, once is enough, as someone wise said 
If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made



Happy happy 2016 to you all !!!! 

To hell and back

Only love can be both , heaven and hell.  We want the heaven but we re ready to go to hell for it     Theres no stopping us.  And we re humans , not meant to be in either in this life, but the other.  But we re too weak to make a choice , and when we feel we re strong enough, we go for it anyway , thinking we ARE in control by choosing to go for it.   The truth is a lot simpler than that : we control nothing.

I guess all we said , wasn t true.  
Now as I see it through 
Thats how i feel about it.  

Cause how else can we do 

The things we do 

I wish you baby that nobody, ever 

Loves you again the way i did ....

And no one will ! 

You may think i m bitter 

I d sat its only fair 

Cause only so you ll realize how much I did .

And you let go.  

 When to hold on is all I needed you to do 

We re in the place we re meant to be 

You said to me 

Its like you planned, cause you could see 

I didn t.    I yearned your eyes laying on me. 

You stopped the time when touching me 

Made me a fool and made believe 

We had the real thing

And there are no tears left 

Theres only pain 

The sea i had in front of me ... I walked more and more deep into it and i let myself drown ... I knew i ll probably never conquer it but i conquered my fears.   Cause this is what is all about.
And I ve been to hell and back    I ve been high, above my worries and above time.  And I fell back into my own despair   My heart still beats and trembles like it never felt the salty water.
As I get older I realize that its true : we only get to regret things we did not do.   So I ll probably let my heart guide me into the deep one time more and one time after.

Pettiness

A full moon softens up black skies

It does not matter where or why

Cause of this moon, cant fall asleep 

Release my heart who d rather weep 

I close my eyes. And feel... 

cold wind rushed both us by

Where there were leaves

now fear lives 

I ve never thought you let me go 

We re bare. 

Feelings we can t reclaim

And when the wind shall lose its strength

Exposed to our nothingness 

that all the eyes can t see

Our vacant hearts shall be 

 

Soon you ll forget the pettiness 

And i ll smile off the impertinence 

of "us"

So we can bear today.

With all the care it ever bore

Past won t be given worth no more 

The fall

The feeling of a Monday morning .... I was trying to catch a snow drop ...it melted fast ... As fast as my heart when its touched.    It dreads another touch. It might not be able to survive again.  The tremor!!! 

.... Of another cold touch.     

Dreading the beggining of the week, slowly sliding to the end of it , how many of us remember to be grateful ....

Before you know is Friday again.  And the empty nights don t seem to end ... March is gone, soon will be fall

"Did trees changed over the thousand years , like we did ?"  Random thoughts.   Maybe not so random after all.   Maybe every thought makes sense.   

  Trees remind me of lost love ..

.. and trees are everywhere.    Nowhere to run , nothing to care ...  

All the love we had and lost .... 

our dreams are gone

Almost ... 

There s still hope and 

What s a dream 

I can t hate and that s the worst ... 

I could hug you and go mad 

But i walk.  I loved the most

all them missed heartbeats 

they call it a game 

Cause the winner takes it all 

And before you know it's fall 

Beating heart ,

You crying small 

Dare to take another fall ! 

Truth, love , and other wars

“Man is not, by nature, deserving of all that he wants. When we think that we are automatically entitled to something, that is when we start walking all over others to get it.”
― Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery,

We raise our children telling them they deserve everything they got, and they can reach and grab anything they want ....  " you deserve this, cause you re special !! Don t ever forget that !! "   And praise is not a sin ..... We are each and every one of us : special     We can shape our destiny, we can be reborn like Phoenix and we can do it all, we can have it all  

We are thou , totally unaware, giving up power ...there are three main things, again accomplisments, that more than anything else, tells us : yes, you deserve it !    But only one of the three is rightly doing it ..... Which one did you think of ? .....
Money , which success means ,  and it s what success is .... is one of them ..... And irronically, the cheapest one , i want to laugh !!! Money may be the easiest of all things to get in life , but hey the most praised and seeked for.   We should strive for value, rather than success    How many out there are not speaking to one of their own ?   We d fight over money with our brother . We ve long sold our souls .   "Success plus Self-esteem equals Pretensions!!!! " it looks a lot like pretence   You may pretend awhile but it can t last for as long as love does  

Gaining praise for your intelligence, real or perceived, is another one that make you feel entitled   Being a genius sure is in our limited mind, something to feel proud for, hence above others   Perceived intelligence gives most of us a higher job , a position of authority,  the air of God     We can do things, all of a suddden is up to us to live the moment    There are no concequences .    But sure, there are  : we maybe be having the freedom to take a choice .... but we re not free of  those choices consequences     Everything you do will find its way back to you.

And than there s love .
Would that there were an award for people who come to understand the concept of enough. Good enough. Successful enough. Thin enough. Rich enough. Socially responsible enough. When you have self-respect, you have enough.
And having it - the respect for yourself , is enough to be loved    Or so it should be   So many of us are getting it by shouting it out loud    " you want that person ?  You go and get him/ her !!!   I almost said get it !  Ha !    I say the greatest loves are never told    Are kept untouched / not stained , inside   If that love grows into reality , is because them hearts met halfway      " What we do upon some great occasion will probably depend on what we already are; and what we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline."  
I am feeling like i m under discipline    From myself   And thats not to say I was ...  I , enough a lot of times, lived the moment, breathed in the air and than , happy, letted go .... It felt good    
"When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance."    Yeah, this makes me smile    It makes you too    You smile when i say the truth   Thats how I catched you up one time too many   


You did it ? You go and own it !! 
It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgment, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character..... Don t like bragging    Telling me what you intend to do does not change my life  

Of course, and undoubtly so , love is the hardest to achieve of all   " you deserve the kind of love that you are ready to give  "     But the kind of entitlement love gives us is the real one to have   It throws humility into the mix and that reminds us of what real means , of the important things    Of feeling that transcends infinity   I will not give up on that   


Love ! 

........

Do i know you ? have we met ?
You re a dream i never had
Here I am , wishing you bad
Please come by

Whisper all i want to hear
If its lies , don t matter dear
Can t resist your being near
And you know it

What i don t know
Is if you ...this love ...is real
When i close my eyes , it is
Cause you are here

... clean windows ...

There s nowhere you can be that isn t where you re meant to be .... John Lennon said .    We have the present and we miss it, cause we re busy making other plans .....

Why is it that so many times i look back at pictures and think : oh I looked preety.  And i m talking about those pictures when i remember exactly , that when that picture was taken , i felt anything but preety, not preety and not young and not loveable .....
I was there , in that moment and I forgot to be happy for it, worried with nonsense and here I am looking at a picture that reminds me that .... And I'm probably continue on doing the same thing every day : miss my presents ....
We worry over things we have no control over.   We let money run out lives.   We became puppets , ready to do anything and we confuse success with value.   We take reputation as character and we d rather lie ourselves that go thought the hassle of facing the truth full frontal.  We don t appreciate simple things , like a smile, a kind word , a playful gesture   Instead we look for hidden meanings behind those things.   We find it hard to believe in genuity of anything really.   As we find it easier to go with our own assumption that fit our own reality.

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in. And the most terrible thing is that Assumptions allow the best in life to pass you by !! 

On ephemerality ...

“I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done,

of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything

whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. 

I am anything that happens after I'm gone

which would not have happened if I had not come.”

Some ambitious statistics have put a figure in the number of people that were ever born on Earth .... Over 100 billion .    But that figure may be as accurate, and i guess less so , than the figure we ever placed on the stars of the universe ...
That number is not really important , is it ? We re born    But we die   We get one chance, one fate, one fight, and if we re lucky, more than no love, more than one love .... We re born but the love or care of our mother is not necessarily guaranteed ... Neither is love from others     Or indeed the fact that we will give it to someone else ... That may be the reason for which , subconsciously , everything we do during life is actually motivated by our innate need for warmth , acceptance and love
We may not be always aware of this happening, but we became acutely aware when we lack them things ..... Still , we die     We don t last, and memories fade .

“I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia”

You were ephemeral...Just like a Shooting Star... I'm still kind of blind because of your light, but when I close my eyes, I find you there again... I will always remember the time you shone on my sky, the excitement of seeing you once through my night... And maybe I will remember you so much that I'll begin to idealize you, and at the end... I won't be sure if it was all real or part of it was much of my imagination... but you will be the perfect memory and that will make me smile 

People dream of forever, forgetting that forever does not exists....I dream of all those times when time stopped and forever or a moment,it did not mattered, for we were infinite

God has no religion and so love has no reason, question and answer. Love is a mystery that just happens. We re looking for proofs that God exists and love is the proof yet we fail to acknowledge.
To leave the past behind me, I lost so much and it did hurt, it still does. If I give memory the time, the pain will pierce through mercilessly.  I lost a lot to find myself and its all worth it after all. I may have lost the love of others to find the love for myself.

My friend, now memory...

 

 

 

"You get use to someone

—start to like them, even—

and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.”

 

 

 

 

I lost you today, my friend.....I cried three times, I ll probably cry again. You were not part of my life right now, the way people use this expression, but we used to have lunch breaks together, and coffee breaks, and tea breaks....And we told each other things good friends do. And I got to miss that, long before this morning, long before finding out that you 've been gone, in fact for almost six weeks....I knew back than: you were a king person, you d rather keep quiet than say something you did not feel. My kind of person. I used to laugh too easily and too loudly. It took one look from you at times to temper me, it made me think "there s wisdom I do not know beneath that look "   And did not  know I ll miss it  And now I know ....too soon. I miss us having those talks, and our breaks together.  how could have I known ? I only knew we were having fun, when we were actually making memories.....

 

 

I wonder if people realize one thing ...that nobody wants to remember nobody for the bad they did in life...People will talk about what good you did: you cared, you shared, you loved. Its your kindness that I miss now, its kindness that the whole world need more of. I thought all day: where s fairness in you being gone? there isn't ....Its only up there, “In the sky, that there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.” we down here, we cry, we fight, we praise, and we die..... if what my mum says its true, that death takes the good ones first, maybe that's why you left.... And the emptiness you left behind, its almost tangible... You must have have left a piece of you in every person you have met along the way, and now you re dearly missed.....  

 

“There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when I try to convince myself otherwise."

 I wish I insisted more at seeing you again, and listened to that voice inside that told me something is wrong, you avoid me because you re not well. And no, I don't blame you for that, I blame myself for accepting your avoidance too easily. Knowing you might leave me soon, why did I do that?  Because being busy is never enough reason.

 

I lost you today my friend. "But nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it"  Rest in peace.  You are remembered    

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.