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To Carlie(wherever you are)Jul 18 '03 (Updated Jul 31 '03) Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Here's to the lessons that just aren't mine to learn. Cheers.
In the late 1990s, a dear friend of mine (and of many others) was killed in Florida by a man who decided for himself that if he couldn't have her, neither could the world. She was the Stage Manager for many of my performances, a performer in her own right, and she was a beautiful presence. My fondest memories are when she and I would platonically tease eachother about the romance novels we were writing about us, improvising the chapters for eachother when we'd meet in the halls. This song is for her wherever she may be. ,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_ .-:*'``'*:-., To Carlie (wherever you are) c 1997 She lived within her countenance like a message in a bottle and she'd never give you someone else to be. She preferred the dimmer light just above the audience and she made the sun a better thing to see. (she said "I've written chapter one in the story of our lives where I tap you, and you turn around to meet me. And there, beneath the candles, you see something in my eyes that makes you want to stay up till the morning with me. and that's OK.") She handled his intentions with a smile and a wag of her finger and she giggled as she walked away. But she became his rescue and someone he could think about on the summer of a Florida day. (she said "I'm up to chapter Seven in the story of our lives where were stranded on an island in the ocean. and when they come to find us we'll just watch them pass us by and we'll live on like we'll never know the rain again. is that OK?") If passion is a soldier his weapon is a troubled heart and he wields it like a man possessed by God. But God seems far away right now with something else in store for her that none of us could've ever figured out. He just marched into our story with a chapter of his own and he stuck it in the pages where she'd stopped that afternoon. You see, down here, we've gotten good at finding lessons in this world. But this one's got us wondering what to learn. What senseless deprivation. Do we pray for fate's return Or do we stand aside and wonder if the lesson might be his alone to learn this time around. She passes through me sometimes like the whisper of an angel and I don't remember how we said goodbye. It was probably something simple that's just the way we were and how could anyone have known it'd be the last time. So when I reach the final chapter in the story of my life If I tap you, will you turn around to meet me. And when they come to find us we'll enfold them in our arms and we'll live on like we'll never know the rain again. But, as for now you take YOUR bow.  |
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