(ellipse)
(John Raymond Pollard)
2005-07-16

It seems so hard
this letting go
'though all hope is gone
as I drift, a distant planet,
on my way around some sun.
Can't get close.
Can't let go...

I want the warmth of morning light.
I long to hold you near,
while I'm spinning, dizzy in the night,
I'm coursed with cold and fear,
fear and cold,
caught in this hold...

Stars fill the skies,
but they fail to brighten my night.
Blind are my eyes;
they've been fixed far too long on your light.

It seems that I go round and round,
my path a strange ellipse.
These repeated patterns get me down,
yet I fear a full eclipse.
Can't get close;
can't let go...

I feel your fear
when I draw near.
Are you frightened by my pain,
by your needs, or words?
Year after year
you draw me back again.
It seems as though
you won't let go.

Nighttime unfolds
with its silence,
so steady and cold.
As stars grow old
do the planets nearby
loose their hold?

It seems so hard
this letting go,
though all hope seems gone.
as I drift, a distant planet,
on my way 'round some sun.
Can't get close;
can't let go...