music poetry WRITING

c i r c l e

“Consider a small child sitting on his mother's lap while she reads him a picture book. The picture book opens to a width that effectively places the child at the center of a closed circle - that of mother's body, arms, and the picture book... That circle, so private and intimate, is a place apart form the demands and stresses of daily life, a sanctuary in and from which the child can explore the many worlds offered in picture books. Despite all of our society's technological advances, it still just takes one child, one book, and one reader, to create this unique space, to work this everyday magic.” ― Martha Parravano

When I see you again, pain stops
I’ve found a way to sleep to you

We meet where autumn trees never change
Where sorrow’s wings are too far from the clouds to travel

When you touch me again, darkness ends
You’ve found a way to revival light

We resemble an eclipse set afire in a damp forest of stars
Where the muse inside of me begins inside of you

When we laugh again, chains disappear
We’ve found a way to safely circle the arc

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