(journey Inwards) Forecast Comments

Fantastic title, such an intelligent play on words. The reality of the present and the emotional and spiritual of the future and past are all reflected in the masks - artistic genius! S :)

One day one of us will view the other as still as this, as quiet, as white, will cry tears of unbelieving pain, demand the right to hold again their living lover's face, ask why that vibrant self has gone, and all that's left's a pale and static mask. The cold bitter reality one has to face and go through. Good poem, Janice. Regards Naseer

cold shivers went down my spine, but it is a great piece