Even though the theme was depressing, I thought we'd end the day with a song that has a happy beat, if not a happy message. Once again here's Zac Brown with As She's Walking Away.
Happy Saturday BLRag music fans! Schwabman here filling in for Zoyclem who's taking this weekend to furiously look for receipts and deductions as he prepares his taxes. After listening to Zoyclem's selections last week, I thought of times that I've had my heart broken or was too dumb to pick up on the signals that were being sent. My first selection of the day is from the Netherlands album.. Here's the late Dan Fogelberg..Promises Made.
Time is cruel, but then so is life. She was trapped unloved in a marriage with no chance of escape. Me? I had despaired of ever finding her in the waking world and began to seek death instead. Our time together was brief, but I like to think it healed our wounded spirits just enough to carry on until the book on this life closes. I doubt we will ever see each other again.
Yet somewhere, in another time and place we will find each other...for the two of us already share those memories, quiet and bittersweet.
One day, I did find her---my sweet beautiful soul. We went to church together on a Sunday, both of us struggling to stay afloat in a flood of unfulfilled dreams and missed chances. But then, when it seemed that all hope had fled, she turned and smiled at me and recollection came.
We had many encounters--the dream girl and I. Always in a quiet moment, and always alone, just the two of us, her knowing blue eyes mesmerizing me while her gentle tears cleansed me, washing away the misery of seeking and never finding. She told me that she had waited many lifetimes for me, and would wait forever if need be, but feared that when that chance encounter came, I would not recognize her, and like a rose cast into darkness, she would slowly wilt away.
I used to dream about her, the sweet gentle-hearted girl who filled me to overflowing with a love so deep I thought I would drown in the irresistable pull of its current, and yet do so willingly. For without her, life was a straight empty line--point A to B. With her, the twin circles comprising my heart became complete. She was always there when I needed her most; waiting for me, her arms reaching out, her eyes smiling.
Such a dream is bittersweet; it haunts you well into the daylight hours, and sometimes remains with you for years, hidden away like a precious gem in memory, to return when you least expect it. You know she is real, locked away somewhere, waiting for you to find her. But time is a cruel thing, and you often spend a lifetime looking, getting nowhere...