Moving in circles, in and out
threading the needle with words heard,
rhyme and reason and so many years passing us
as the skies swirl like frosting,
the icing on the cake
so sweet like the knowledge
of a friend listening.
I hear the song like a phonograph record
turning round on its table
as the needle finds its groove
so very smooth
and the tunes fill the mind
leaving the tired space of life behind
and we close our eyes losing ourselves
in the moment of peace.
Above all we ponder the amazing scene
of cutout pieces of planets and stars
and as she sits on the stairs
her head moves in time constant and steady
as she smiles remembering
the good times and the youth not too far behind,
in this song she is alive
her heart beats so strong and there is no other place
she needs to be
but sitting and waiting in the flow
of the now.
Journeys take us to strange and distant places
but we’re never so far behind
as to get caught up
in the blink of an eye
that still sees all
between the spaces of words,
He hears the belief
in higher things.
