Thinking Past And Present Poem by Sandra Feldman

Of love and hate
Of trick and fake
So very much is said,
Sometimes,
It's hard to look ahead.

Riding into the sunset,
Our lives are left behind,
Love was lost in Paradise
Or with frustration, lined.

Life!
What purpose is there?
Fleeting Time,
For what to rise?
The makeup of serenity
The tempest within, hides.

Its so hard to be without you,
Much more than I realized,
Embraced by shadowy memories
As the Sea now gently cries.....