Though we agree a nicer way to sort the time should be....

The day, the Ides of this spring month;

Today's I Ching: cutting through the rope that binds.

And letting go as well the dearest mortal wish:

(For I am not able to negotiate simple friendship -

No ghost of intimacy here),

My playmate and trickster Star Sparks:

I honor the experiences and spin offs of knowing one another

So well, so long.

Never would this end I greet.

And double death for

Stillborn

The fragile meeting, my heart forsooth.

My heart, oh where are you?

man and woman faire better in the ching, but I did not heed -

this day the long slender neck of swan

alone,

an apt image at the entrance to my road.

Anniversary day

Day of blue. I come home to my aloneness

The quiet

Here I cannot hurt or be hurt,

Here is castle, home

Emotions - the moat - back off !!!

The place to outbreathe from it all.

All but

The anniversary.

Here it is. Here I go.

There we are.

This year besides Sparky's deminse to grieve -

the demise of my relationship with the little beast - 'tit bête:

Reality misfired, over before it begun:

efficient.

but

How do you mend a heart?

And do our hearts live on,

or are they merely organs that stop?

One anniversary: two deaths.

Mercifully it's spring when the maid's eye

Doth outward go to flower and young faun.

Bridging life and death, midwife and cronos

Bridge between portals,

Pass thee this way

I am not ready to take the plunge into death

nor marriage.