what is to say at the end of a life?
when the moon embraces the sun
and the day of light
gives way to the darkness of night
that moment of transformation
when the warmth of life
falls to the coldness of death,
that sudden moment and loss of breath

all our lives build for this moment,
each day constructs the monument
marking our lives in graveyard inscriptions
but at the end we are nothing more than spirits
dancing among the heavens with former
friends,
lovers,
and ideals contained within our souls
only the drifting memories echoing our names.

these are the memories of our lives
paraphrased in thirty-one confusing days