Marie's Theme

Her only remark was a closing remark

That one sometimes hears between friends.

And she began to emerge

Without speaking a word

Into something quite different from him.

For she usually would start

Where he usually would stop

And then blissfully wade right on through.

Still the ideas unfolded in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them,

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth.

I recall how a carnival meeting in late Fall

Had brought me together with them.

With no real direction, but just simple reflection

Of movement as clear as the wind.

We both stood there gazing

And not quite believing,

Nor willing to change points of view.

Still the ideas unfolded in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them,

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth.

So I'm watching another exceptional flower

Beginning to blossom and grow.

As yet still unspoken

But with more than a token

Reminder of times yet to go.

And the frequent suggestion

Is that time is the question

And not so much which one you choose.

Still ideas will unfold in their perfect array

Only hinting at what lay beyond them,

Hidden behind all the logic one finds without Truth.