mjd

you'll see me flying with Eagles
........... I did what you thought was IMPOSSIBLE.

winds
broken
lullabies
croon
sing
names
of all the disappeared
some of us
are lost
don't know
where to go
what to say
we hide
in fields
become
mere memories
this is a world
where those who disappear
are yesterday's news
unless the world remembers
that they must not
forget...

"... everyone's together the music grows and grows... then there is just beauty... everybody's stories, thoughts and dreams come out, the sweetest sound you've ever heard... And that's what's in my dreams, that's why I try and draw it... But then because I know the future's not a place that's full of beauty, I take my waxy crayons and scribble the picture out with grey..."

- "Lifehouse" by Pete Townshend

(this is life..... this is life)

A Mere Piece of Metal?

With one look, it looks nothing special. Just silver metal, barely reflecting light from above. No importance can be recognised. For it's so common, it does not spark interest.
That may be your verdict
But,
You wouldn't know. You wouldn't understand the magic in this mere piece of material.
Don't even try too.
Through my eyes, it's sparkling in candlelight. I see secret friends bursting with laughter. Rivers of tears from the sad departing. confusion, pain, happiness, joy, friendship, anger and far aways. It isn't just something you hang on a tree once a year.

Eyes can't see
What's hidden in my
HEART...