April 22, 2012
Life is a dream, and we are its shadows, dependent on moonlight to record our existence moving through time. What memories, what moments remain imprinted on our hearts, and why? How can years disappear and yet a single week remain, shining brightly, telling us who we were, who we are. Mysteries, my friends, perhaps they’re all we can count on to tell us the truth when we look in the mirror.



this picture is gorgeous marilynn. you should be thinking about blending your poems, photographs and publishing a book.
loved the way you look at life.
Sharmishtha Basu
April 23, 2012 at 1:45 am
thanks, Sharmishtha, maybe one day. For now the small daily posts are more my size.
mairmusic
April 23, 2012 at 10:22 am
I know your life is full of beautiful activities but keep this in mind for the sake of people like me who simply adore your poems and photographs.
Sharmishtha Basu
April 24, 2012 at 1:31 am
thanks, Sharmishtha. i will.
mairmusic
April 24, 2012 at 8:10 am
I sometimes wonder how much truth is reflected in the mirror…perhaps we just see those parts we wish to see as they say.
slpmartin
April 23, 2012 at 12:11 pm
Verily. But I am feeling happily optimistic today (:
mairmusic
April 23, 2012 at 12:27 pm
ah the mystery in the shadow
the reflection in the mirror
life…
moondustwriter
April 23, 2012 at 3:36 pm
feeling it alot lately…
mairmusic
April 23, 2012 at 4:55 pm