[WayzataJOHNN]

Thank you, it came to me as I looked over an picture of Ireland ruins. Thinking of all that might have been said, done, or dreamed, of by those ancient lives we will never know. The goods and the bads forever locked in history, and forgetting or forgiveness denied by the act of passing time.

[Soaring Feather]

I was really taken with the title of the piece. Intriguing and immediately draws one into the poem.