I often dream of reading to you on a blanket of sun-warmed green grass

It is amazing how far we have come,
and yet we have accomplished so little.
We can generate the sounds of
Mother Nature with a simple click of,
rainymood.com
We love it so much, yet we run from it,
when caught in it.
Unappreciative. Unnoticed.
Ironically becoming,
Impersonal.
As is, you and I.

Nothing in life remains constant. No one is guaranteed love, family, success, health and fortune. The only thing we are guaranteed in life is the ultimate frontier of death. Change IS the constant. That is the irony of life.

Other Side

What does it feel like
on the other side of
love.

Perhaps like a dream,
floating, on an enchanted stream;
or a never ending bliss
upon One magic kiss.

What does it feel like
on the other side of
love.