A Perfect Night

[A song, written for my wife before our wedding, circa 1999. – Owen]

Stars up in the heavens
Shining clear and bright
Lights across the water
No one else in sight

Just to say, “I love you,”
And to hold you tight —
It’s loving you that makes
A perfect night

It might be in Paris,
In Boston, or in Rome,
In a fancy restaurant,
Or staying here at home

Just to have you near me,
And to hold you tight —
It’s holding you that makes
A perfect night

I never thought
That I would find someone
Who fills my nights
The way you do

And if I’m blessed
With twenty-thousand more
I’ll spend each night
Loving you —

If tonight the crowds were cheering,
All chanting my name,
And I beheld the glories
Of power, wealth, and fame,

I wouldn’t want to have them
Without you by my side,
For it without you
There is no perfect night

It’s holding you that makes
A perfect night

It’s loving you that makes

A perfect

Night

Morning Song

Good morning mirror
I see you’ve made a change
You took it on yourself
My face to rearrange

Good morning caffeine
It’s been one of those years
We can discuss the twisted
Perfidy of mirrors

I want to sing
But I do not want to be heard
I have a point
But I’m afraid that it’s absurd
I’d make some noise
But hesitate to make a sound
For everybody loves me, but
No one wants me around

There is a kind of sort of
Tension in the air
Like I’d been fighting with
Someone who isn’t there

And like a story where
The twist just leaves you lost;
I’ve kept accounts of everything
Except what it might cost

I want to sing
But I do not want to be heard
I have a point
But I’m afraid that it’s absurd
I’d make some noise
But hesitate to make a sound
For everybody loves me, but
No one wants me around

I want to dance
But I do not want to be seen
I fight with mirrors and
I talk to my caffeine
I’d change my life if I
Could get the thing unwound
And maybe people love me, but
They’re shocked I’m still around


 
(“Morning Song” – 1-30-2015)

what didn’t happen…

she loves the autumn colors,
and what’s more, they love her too;
they have since she was just
a little girl

and this one is a golden one,
and peace is on the lakeside,
and she finds time to get right
with her world

  what didn’t happen
  had to didn’t happen,
  what never was
  was never meant to be –
  what didn’t happen
  is a lot of nothing,
  so she’ll not add it
  to her misery

sometimes, the scent is hopelessness,
sometimes, the scent is hope;
the sky beneath her shows
the sky above

and life is less than fairy tales,
and more than her ideals,
and everything that’s real
is really love

  what didn’t happen
  had to didn’t happen,
  what never was
  was never meant to be –
  what didn’t happen
  is a lot of nothing,
  so she’ll not add it
  to her misery

across the hillside, down the way,
a single bird is flying,
it makes its lonely way
into the blue

her heart goes out to all of those
who’ve felt the things she’s feeling,
to try to do whatever
she can do —

  what didn’t happen
  had to didn’t happen,
  what never was
  was never meant to be –
  what didn’t happen
  is a lot of nothing,
  so she’ll not add it
  to her misery

  what didn’t happen
  simply didn’t happen,
  what never was
  is part of history –
  what didn’t happen
  didn’t change what happened,
  so she’ll not add
  insult to injury

  no, she’ll not add it
  to her misery

Old Song Lyrics, Age 24

Reaching out for someone who’s not there,
Walking down a path for two, alone;
Trying to make some sense out of it all,
Trying to make some happy thoughts a home.

Looking out across the lonely way,
Hearing waves that echo out your name,
I will dream again tonight, I guess,
But I’ll wake and find the world the same.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Here and gone,
And never mine to touch;
All you are’s just sparkles
On the ocean,
Illusions that I think about
Too much.

Built a fire to regret this evening,
Watched the moths come round, and some get burned;
I guess there’s a lesson in there, somewhere,
But it’s not one, that I’ve really learned.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Here and gone,
And never mine to touch;
All you are’s just sparkles
On the ocean,
Illusions that I think about
Too much.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Silver light
That’s never mine to touch;
All you are’s just images
Enticing,
Illusion that I think about
Too much.

An unreal thing
I think about
Too much

Fell In Love On A Winter Day

Fell in love on a winter day
At the beach, by the fire
Wind blows – I’m caught in the middle now
Oh, my light

And everything that she told me
Her words, her warm lips
Her soft hair came falling down
Oh, my life
Winter night

Fell in love by a winter fire
‘Neath the stars, by the waves
I’m lost – I’m caught in the middle now
Oh, my life

And all the things that she told me
Of a love that would live for a thousand years
Dying fire
Oh, my light
Fire’s gone
Winter night

And everything that she told me
All her words in a rush
Oh, I’m caught in the middle now
Come back night
Come back night
Come back
Night

[Written when I was nineteen]

Bosiah

We saw the world in parallax,
Beyond the last horizon;
Bosiah’s orange sky enraged:
And rain was falling,
Falling,
Falling down –
The rain was everywhere —
Bosiah

We saw the galaxies awry,
In skies beyond tomorrow;
Bosiah’s living heart laid bare:
And rain was falling,
Falling,
Falling down –
The rain was everywhere —
Bosiah

The rain that washes worlds away
The night that swallows up the day
The price the universe must pay
Bosiah
Bosiah

The energy that turns back in
The harmony that turns to din
The answer as to where we’ve been
Bosiah —
Bosiah —

The last thing seen before the dawn,
The scent of thyme and tarragon;
The world that’s ever spinning on —
And rain was falling,
Falling,
Falling down –
The rain was everywhere —
Bosiah

And rain was falling,
Falling,
Falling down –
The rain was everywhere —
Bosiah

Bosiah

Hammocks Make Good Lovers

Hammocks make good lovers,
They won’t let you down;
You can sway together
Feet clean off the ground

Her last boyfriend left her
Lying in the sand;
But she knew of someone
Sure to understand

Hammocks make good lovers
Out there by the beach;
Always so supportive
Something you can’t teach

So many guys, they just
Want, want, want…
Everyday, they just
Want, want, want…

Hammocks make good lovers
Got what you guys lack
They know how to hold a girl
Always have her back

The First Thing On My Mind

A funny story on the radio
You were the first thing on my mind
I saw the sunset, red and indigo
The day and night were there entwined

But in the moments glad and glorious
The things so good you have to share
You are the first place that my heart turns to
It’s not the same when you’re not there

And when the day’s been dark’ning readily
And morning hopes grow hard to find
I find where you are love burns steadily
You’re still the first thing on my mind

The days where bad news comes like hand grenades
When there’s no place to run or hide
When life throws all it has at you or me
I want to be there by your side

And now the years go by in miracles
We don’t know what all we will find
But in whatever’s there in front of me
You’ll be the first thing on my mind

Whenever glory’s there in front of me
You’ll be the first thing on my mind

()