Wednesday, August 22, 2007

a poem (not mine)

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

a poem (not mine)
Current mood: restless

A poem from Garrison Keillor's A Prairie Home Companion:
(Lovely, though as usual it loses something in print. . . half the beauty is in the delivery, it seems).

A Poem for Helen Marie

A summer night and you and paradise
Around your head, the universe has hung its lights
So lovely, and so full of grace
I raise my hand and touch your face.

I believe in impulse in all that is green
Believe in the foolish vision that comes out true
Believe that all that is essential is unseen
And for this lifetime, I believe in you.

All of the lovers and the love they made
Nothing that was between them was a mistake
All that we did for love's sake was not wasted
And will never fade

All who have loved will be forever young
And walk in grandeur on a summer night along the avenue.
They live in every song that is sung
In every painting of pure light, in every pas de deux.

Love that shines from every star
Love reflected in the silver moon.
It is not here, but it's not far.
Not yet, but it will be here soon.

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