limp and broken
lost and confused
oceans of choices
portals shown
38th something isn't bad
step up from the youth
laid out from the ravages of time
then..
backbone twisted on a weight
hanging over your world
you glanced and knew
there was a chance
was it the song that came with it?
or was it in the frame
of which the soul
was contained?

and so it came
the glorious day of meeting
and the petals bloomed
the oasis of haven
of melting ecstasy burst open
and so it goes
30 years, a mark of which that sows
the final call
and shall be laid to rest
when its time to depart,
at last, my hand in yours
our heart and our soul, unite
while the curtain falls.

in our tombstone- shall read:

a life lived only in dreams

was it?