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