Child of child from me have yet to come.

Why does words of love seem strange to me like a play of newborn actors that never knew the act of play? Perhaps it failed when wails wrapped my life a shade from them. Whilst his was open there to see for ears and heart yearning to listen. If you listen as we go, I say: let us go you and I.

Is it true?

How can it be I feel so weight down when I finally can breath?
balance?

...

Yin and Yang they might have been.
Yang had the family seven years before,
she came to bliss his Day with joy.
When he came the mother's wrath,
nurse was in a shock, but made the quake.
She was late, her birth done right.
Family joy for later years.
A bliss foretold round Yole last.
All them cried, but she as Yin;
the out of world, the one alone to roam;
calm as the peace dove sat.
Reckless they both blew with each other.

A father's tears joined by son and mother's rage.
Sweet sleep with reckless contrast.
Now black and white go hand in hand.
Such sibling bliss they help to find.

I am turning cold to mend a fragile heart.

None could hear her thought
Silence of patience.
Voices roar above her subtle hints
For the third obvious such heavens weather.

He has grown. I hardly see my brother grown;
I see a reason from experience spun.
Such knowledge I hope for nought.

See tomorrow shine...

?

^'_'^

I'm growing up
with each passing of time
I learn what I wish I did not earn.
I'm growing up with the passage of time
such a silly term
Loss and hope all combined
do we have a power?
how do we make it through
life is a river and so is death too
but sorrow and pain follow our lives
is death the end or the beginning again?
I do not know but the snow make wonder
in time it'll leave to regenerate life

Eternity

every reason d'être I see
- without a trace -

every coup d'etat I witness
- stay forever -

I'll sore straight to heaven.
- hold me down -
You know I can't stay forever.
- hold me down -

It, always seem to be quite sweet. Never wanting it to end, then reality calls. Not yearning it's call, I open the door. In that moment in the tween. I do not know the inanest dream of me, but I see it in the hearts around me, I see it in me. I'm grounded. When you leave you better be gone forever. Leave my sight, without a trace left to linger. When you're finally gone, I should be out without a trace... You were leaving me thus I abandoned you.

Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us - M. Scott Peck