From memories fade the fondest days.  Had I known that this was the last before the parting of ways, would I have lifted the setting sun and held back forever the passing of the day.

Indelible moments etched in glass:

Crystal clear were your eyes, dancing with each happy sigh.
Careful mirth across your face, as those golden hours went too quickly by.

But even glass melts under the press of time.

Those precious memories, so sharp that day, melt now with each rising sun.  I grasp at each drop to lock it tight, but through desperate fingers those treasured moments fall to puddles on the ground.

Reflections of that cherished day evaporating under the unforgiving sun.  Away to nothingness go your warm embrace and that knowing smile.  With despair I rail against the fading of that fondest day.

To have met and laughed, and to have seen and admired from afar and near.  Then to depart the best of friends, with the brightest of beginnings, and the promises of infinite tomorrows.  But the promises will be left unfulfilled and those tomorrows will never be today.  The beginnings are the endings and the writer left with the ink still un-dried.  One comma out of place in the promissory note and we null and void the fairy tale before it's written.  To live and hope for the rainbow in the sky and fearful that it's just a chance illusion after all.

That rare and exceptional day is today.  It is not tomorrow or the next day.  It is not the day of the beautiful sunrise or the day you earn praise from your peers.  It is the day you wake up to, the day you draw breath and feel your way to the bathroom with sleep sodden eyes.  Aye, every day.  Today is a precious commodity, a beautifully rare day you will never have again.  Wait not for tomorrow's promise, live today.