the cryptic song of a relentless heart ( and Oh, How Melodramatic it can Be!)

if i lean, quite far enough, i believe the wind will sweep me up, and together you and i ( you of course being my secret twin, my only truly undiscovered dream) will slip beyond the purple atmosphere ( we never liked purple, you or i) and slide around the rainbow ring of the moon...do you remember drawing a line for me, across a sidewalk in Seattle, bending time around it, so that in my mind, there we sit for always, you, patient like the Dalai Lama, waiting for me to put aside the fears i carried and answer you ... and me - so afraid...so scared beyond even the ability to breathe ... that i never answered you... i still carry the answer, and every day i close my eyes, hoping for the ability to lean far enough into that Yesterday to give you the answer...

you asked me what if, and the answer is it does

a friend of a friend says that the bridge is found within and i believe him because i travel it, even as i build it