jon1jt
11-07-2005, 12:24 AM
Life Moves Like A Circle
Life moves like a circle
The circle waits patiently above
A mother's womb
Or high above a pale blue ocean
Seagulls cry like a newborn baby's open
Mouth scared to emerge from the illumined water
The child's eyes open,
Smile baby smile
Round, meek hazel eyes
Mom must rest now, baby child
Not so unlike mothers of yesteryear
Weary, dark, and cold as pain flows
While father prays for forgiveness
"Draw the curtain dear, let her rest."
'Rest' so oft-invoked these days
And 'school,' it's school baby child
Turn left, then right, go round back
To the red brick building where the
Gold Cross is affixed on the door,
Bold like Martin Luther.
The world depends on you, you
You're going to be a special child
Special, gregarious and smart,
Pretty and sweet
Just like your mother, little one
You're doing your best, mother
The Italian aroma looms cross street
In the house where Grandma holds a lit cigarrette
That pillows between wrinkles and
A pale yellow curtain draped back
Peering eyes through the porthole of
A frosty, living room window
The child's delicate; wild and alone
Delicious moment, like a playful motif in a live symphony
She will teach you death someday
O' baby smile now, laugh for me and make me laugh too
Round round the circle baby goes!
Black and white heels kicking up marred earth
Football and cheers in flight
Blonde, porcelain-faced girl with heart-shaped locket
looking on a stadium electric screams of
#44 in white helmet
Just doesn't know he's a father, yet
Fatigued in room with buzzing
Machines, white gowns, and gurgling TVs
In the waiting room the boy sighs,
Then he becomes a man
College child becomes a woman
They gazed into the sky one time,
Into a midnight blue reflection
masked in a toasty mist;
Wherever you are
It conspires to conceal itself
The secret of the circle...a sole, pale arc
Glows above the always-limited horizon
Burns with grace and hope
Grief and magic stars high above
Life moves like a circle
The circle waits patiently above
A mother's womb
Or high above a pale blue ocean
Seagulls cry like a newborn baby's open
Mouth scared to emerge from the illumined water
The child's eyes open,
Smile baby smile
Round, meek hazel eyes
Mom must rest now, baby child
Not so unlike mothers of yesteryear
Weary, dark, and cold as pain flows
While father prays for forgiveness
"Draw the curtain dear, let her rest."
'Rest' so oft-invoked these days
And 'school,' it's school baby child
Turn left, then right, go round back
To the red brick building where the
Gold Cross is affixed on the door,
Bold like Martin Luther.
The world depends on you, you
You're going to be a special child
Special, gregarious and smart,
Pretty and sweet
Just like your mother, little one
You're doing your best, mother
The Italian aroma looms cross street
In the house where Grandma holds a lit cigarrette
That pillows between wrinkles and
A pale yellow curtain draped back
Peering eyes through the porthole of
A frosty, living room window
The child's delicate; wild and alone
Delicious moment, like a playful motif in a live symphony
She will teach you death someday
O' baby smile now, laugh for me and make me laugh too
Round round the circle baby goes!
Black and white heels kicking up marred earth
Football and cheers in flight
Blonde, porcelain-faced girl with heart-shaped locket
looking on a stadium electric screams of
#44 in white helmet
Just doesn't know he's a father, yet
Fatigued in room with buzzing
Machines, white gowns, and gurgling TVs
In the waiting room the boy sighs,
Then he becomes a man
College child becomes a woman
They gazed into the sky one time,
Into a midnight blue reflection
masked in a toasty mist;
Wherever you are
It conspires to conceal itself
The secret of the circle...a sole, pale arc
Glows above the always-limited horizon
Burns with grace and hope
Grief and magic stars high above