The Aging
We dance the circles of the years.
The circles of the seasons bring
The circles of our reasons
Within the cycles of the moon.
Fine hours.
The sort one dreams of possessing.
Life shinning through the windows.
Inevitably life of the going changes.
To accept the maturing body, saying now
In a changed voice as one withdraws and rises.
Again, again we come and go,
Changed, changing…
Hands join, unjoin in love and fear,
Joy and grief.
The circles turn,
Each giving into each, into all.
A. Selke
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