Yes, yes, the past gets in the way;
it trips us up, bogs us down; it complicates, makes difficult.
But to ignore this is folly, beacuse, above all,
what history teaches us is to avoid illusion and make-believe,
to lay aside dreams, moonshine, cure-alls, wonder-workings, pie-in-the-sky -
to be realistic.
"The song you sing today,
Wasn't always in your head"
But it is now, for more than I care to admit, or remember.
Words are not good, but at times they can be perfect, and paired with rhythm, rhyme, and a haunting melody.
They frame out thoughts and it's basically ravishing. It's You. And last night.
"Born of a sign that carries water,
But in a month that brings just ice.
I'm not a skillful water carrier,
But I've,
I've learned to carry love."
Good to see You again.
The stars are too numerous and too distant
to restore to me anything but a terror at my own insignificance.
