innerviews_monadh_what_is_gone frAnk you said you should turn the page on the calender because a lot of things are gone. like what? 011216 ... monadh the tide rushes in rolls out what is left behind we build castles with remembering the joys of yesterday dreaming up tomorrow our pictures in the sky sleeping in the infinite realm that dwells within the moment drinking the wine of fate i know that spread out upon vast wings of space there are the stars that mark our existence shining bright forever in their glory, within the minutes that shape our beating hearts,the tick and the tock of destiny, live our memories eternal so hush now soul while the hour is young, let's have no talk of joy and sorrow let me not speak of the sad changes that shift and shade the wishes cast to a blind and bitter wind or the battles met on the road to journey. only the sweet birds that sing in the morning rain when everything else seems so lost. 011224 what's it to you? who go blather from