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i’m on a long downward spiral

friends help when they can

one called me on friday

do you want to go hear the dave matthews band?

i have two tickets, a friend gave them to me….

yes, I say, yes.

so I met her in arlington

and off we went

a beautiful night

hot, balmy, and calm

the pavilion was crowded

with tailgates and laughter

somewhere a wedding took place

dave and the band played their hearts out

enough that i escaped my sorrow

just for a while, just for a while

couples caressed in the darkness

laughing, smiling, enjoying the beat

thanks to dave and the band

watching the crowd and their joy

a glimpse of my young lover and I came to mind

sweet and fine, sweet and fine

No.41 lyrics

Come and see
I swear by now I’m playing time
against my troubles oh
I’m coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while I’m
in the front
the play on time is won
oh but the difficulty is coming here

I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I wont tell you to stay
But Its coming to much more
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
all of the loneliness that nobody notices now
Oh begging slow I’m coming here

Only waiting
I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you

I’m only this far
And only tomorrow
the road leads the way

I’m coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldn’t pass this by
oh I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
why wont you run in the rain and play
let the tears splash all over you

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August 2009



On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory