March 27th 2003...

was a birth-and-death kinda day for me,
acrophobically toeing over the equinoctial dotted line,
gazing starry-eyed toward the heavens at this indelible celestial sign
I remember this momentous ascension so vividly.
Recalling the gasps of breath of which you speak,
a sentimental kiss both hello and goodbye had been whet upon my cheek
as we simultaneously embraced our futures while letting go of our past
my best friend's daughter drew in her very first as my grandfather drew his last.

Aspiring high up in the gambrel an open door to the sky,
no foothold past the precipice of fear in wishing we could fly
no threshold to joy in mourning our loss beyond the casting of the die.
Equidistant in darkness and lightheartedness
as we were both then from the sun and the moon,
equal too were the higher risks at stake
should we ever resign to make the fatal mistake
of giving up on ourselves too soon.

Assuming between the known and believed,
whether assumed to be true or merely perceived,
it's the closed doors that force us in disparate direction
by protecting us from the roads never meant to be taken
that serve to define the journey that is our destination,
by victoriously rewarding us with defeat.
Our passions are never singular things,
neither were such these lofty dreams,
Restively laying in wait for no one,
defiantly, time Marches relentlessly on
in this unceasing color and heat.

If it wasn't for the long gray coolness of dark winter nights
If it wasn't for a soft quiet snow
How could we ever sleep so long, so deep?
To be awakened fresh and ready to blossom
To ask for nothing and yet to grow...