Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Circle Game

This song is for The Bubba we are now waiting with bated breath to hear from word on. The suspense is now palpable. I have been brought to cascading tears tonight by good ol' Joni while his/her mama performs the marathon of her life and I hold her in my caring concern as well.

Damn, but this song is surely one of the loveliest ever written. Just sublime.

Godspeed, little one. In good time. In safe time. In Sepia light with the energy of the Universal midwives' right behind you.

Oh, and Internets? Hold me? So I don't squeeze-hug the LGBB into the size of a matchstick while I wait to hear word? *kitten mews*

If you click the vid, please just listen - don't watch the pictures....


The Circle Game
by Joni Mitchell

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game   
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams 
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game  
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down 
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game 
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through 
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

© Siquomb Publishing Company 

Update: Mind you, have discovered in the past however long since posting that one extremely good remedy (aside from bloggy hugs, which I NEVER ask for unless under extenuating circumstances) is watching a backlog of Modern Family ep's. Love it. Laughter through tears. Best medicine.

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