The Forgotten Poem by Patti Masterman

Where do the days go that we've left behind,
Where do the thoughts fly, when you've lost your mind?
Where does the love go, when flesh sings no more;
Where do the dead go, when life slams the door?

Days behind are seen through the mist,
And thoughts wrapped forever, left in a kiss.
Love goes back to the loves first giver,
As the dead disappear, in times mighty river..

(written to ImmortalRai, Forever forgotten)