of hope and mourning

Man, often side tracked by greed and hate, is week. We must rise above ignorance to awaken the soul
Seeing all in full beauty
From the infinity of time; life is but a twinkle of a spark
We live as if we were eternal
Lying to ourselves about tomorrow and this gift of a new day.
Nothing is truly ours except memories we create. Through twisted turns we make our way in falter, triumph and failure. Live high; holding close those adorned.  Amorous fervor is the spirits ember.  Years fly bye never truly appreciating time we share. Reverberations of our lives flood our mindscape in sorrowed good byes
In happiness and pain the love we share and hope of tomorrow brings light to the dawning day.  Greeting each morning as a gift of new beginnings.
Savor this life never just exist
Be the color in a world of grey