We Touched the Sky

We came but yesterday, nine weeks hence,
With ne'ery a bond, and many a fence.
The woods say Robert Frost my friend,
Are deep and dark, with many a bend.

And had I met you there last June,
I might have passed you just as soon.
Yet in this place, we spent sweet time,
Striving, reaching, to make rhythm from rhyme.

We came to do, we came to dream,
We came to plot, we came to scheme.
We leave this now, the vibe, the buzz,
We leave this space suit where it was.

Yet from this day, we wear it proud,
A suit of stars, sky, with no cloud.
We wear this place, upon our sleeve,
The dreams aren't done, what will we weave?

Not just visions, but friendships more,
We take away bonds, not just a score.
We take them home, and on the road,
They carry us far, lighten our load.

Its in those bonds, the magic lives,
No powder so strong, to match all they give.
Your ideas, for all to share,
My hopes rise up, to watch you dare.

When will I see you next my friends,
As we scatter the globe, far, and to the ends.
The answer's soft and sweet to touch,
'cause I will see you very much.

Every day, when I feel weary,
Head filled up, with numbers and theory.
I'll close my eyes, and remember why,
Remember those weeks we touched the sky.

The CDC - July '09

July 09