Cooperation

Marked for life with circles, 
longing for circular motion - movement in time 
Swinging around, 
run around again, 
repeating tender moments, 
and the same mistakes 

Still I ponder at the sunlit window, 
but cannot separate the blinds 
to look outside, 
if the circle is complete 

And there I am, 
my love for you goes in circles, 
it’s never stuck on points of a line 
Its tide rises and falls, 
but never subsides 
It rides like a Sunday drive, 
or through minefields in a war 
It never stops turning away, 
if the circle is complete 

Days will turn in circles, 
from the alarm that sets you off, 
to the frustration, the comfort, the restraint, 
to the love, the hate, the fear, 
to the compensation, 
to whatever puts you to sleep, 
rise and fall within it 

MM 2000