As unlikely as it seems, a dance song managed to be deeply moving in its discussion of childhood memories, fathers, and blue lakes where comes heartbreak. I tried to resist, but in the end, this lapsarian I too was in Arcadia approach won me over. A great song.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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May we take this opportunity to wish you and Sara a very Merry Christmas. We hope that you've had a good year overall.
Best wishes from Simon & Rusty