We started off in the fog of loss,
the whimsy that comes with catastrophe,
yet the structure had the strength to survive,
and we have maintained,
that balance that became a relationship,
so heavy at each end it evened us out,
our attention focused on the mountain above us,
the summit finally in view,
while we waited for the blue moon to bring meaning.
We have watched our lives expand with experience and grey,
seen what happened in our absence and struggled to relive,
that time through the recollections of others,
yet not ours we fail to get the point,
that all this exists without us,
and consciousness judges what it witnesses.
Aspirations age into fantasies,
the acceptance of time shrinks focus.
We favor our preferred perspective,
and will pare down life to fit,
into its comfortable dimensions.
Continue to foster the possible.
