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Circle Dance
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
PLANET ARET
. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Circle Dance
September 5, 1998
but what dance moves in a straight line?
Hi aret... your words inspire me to think and feel on deeper levels than I have time for in my daily-weekly cycle of survival... frustrating for me, as writing has always been so many vital thigs to me... but that's my obstacle and I just wanted you to know - your words are *extremely* appreciated... and I don't mark you "read" until I respond...
I thank you, for you seem to embody one of my muses - a physical "other" that reaches deep into the emotional well for enough intensity *and* find words to express this exploration and experience to inspire me...
so from writer to writer, here and now, I wish to applaud and praise and reach for words that let you know you are a treasure in my gardens... and while, perhaps I don't always have time to dig deep enough to reach you or to reach the depths you inspire in me, I know you are there and that comforts and inspires me...
may my sharing this with you have some positive effects for you...
and now, to let your words below take me whereever I might go...
i don't know why it should be so hard
givin' up this circle dance
worn out steps from long ago
don't give love a chance
it's a bitter heirloom handed down
these twisted parts we play
i'm not her and you're not him
it just comes out that way
can't go back to make things right
though i wish i'd understood
time has made things clearer now
we did the best we could
i'll be home soon, that's what you'd say
and a little kid believes
after a while i learned that love
must be a thing that leaves
it tried so hard just to hold you near
was as good as i could be
even when i had you here
you stayed so far from me
can't go back to make things right
though i wish i'd understood
time has made things clearer now
you did the best you could
now that this has occurred to me
i just wanted you to know
i've been too faithful all my life
it's time to let you go
and a little kid in me says "why?"...
isn't there something else we can try?
my heart will just not accept a lie
I have always believed, fundamentally
there is no good in a goodbye
the best was not the best I could do
I can always do better, I always knew
there's no way for me to deny what is true
it's just something in me, fundamentally
just as one and one make two
I have a dream...
and that dream has lead me to you
I have a dream...
and still that dream is you...
a long time ago I wrote these words I used to know
for knowing that you truly love
is not always telling her so
knowing that you truly love
is knowing when to let go
is knowing how to let go
knowing that you truly love
is learning to let go...
and the little kid in me screams "WHY?"
isn't there something else we can try?
my heart will just not accept love can die
I have always believed, fundamentally
there is no good in a goodbye
the best was not the best I could do
I can always do better, I always knew
there's no way for me to deny what is true
it's just something in me, fundamentally
just as one and one make two
I have a dream...
and that dream has lead me to you
I have a dream...
and still that dream is you...
how do I explain to the little kid
that I had to do everything I did?
what good are the words that tell her I care
when every day tells her that I am not there?
were we there even where we were there?
and the little kid in me cries "WHAT?"
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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