The Everything in the Everyday
We walk along a somewhere beach,
Amid the sand and shells;
The days turn into sometime years,
The years to someplace else
And if, in time, you find me gone,
Than you’ll know what to do:
For on a somewhere beach, I’ll be –
Until you get there,
Too
Do good things come to those who wait?
Or do they waste their days
And months and years in wishing
For the slightest of displays
That what they hope for might come true?
It’s hard to make a rule —
That one could then encapsulate
To teach at home or school.
But this — this one idea I have
And you helped me to birth it —
I waited all my life for you
And wow
It sure
Was worth it
Inspired by this prompt.
(“This One Idea” – 11-16-2014)
This one’s for my wife
You give me your love everyday,
As I, too, give you mine;
And words that people ought to say –
We say them all the time
So while you’re sleeping next to me,
In this, our wedding bed:
I think, since you have all my love
I’ll give you hope instead
I hope you know
That my life has been beautiful with you;
I hope for you
The dreams you’ve always dreamed of still come true.
I hope you see
The love you give turns everything to gold;
I hope that you
Are still right here beside me when we’re old
I hope that life
Is full for you, because you give so much;
I hope that every sunset
Lights your passion with its touch.
I hope that Grace
Flows through in every single thing you do;
I hope the best, because
I’ve only had the best
With you
my imperfections i place in your hands.
with you, i can’t idealize myself –
for what i am, i open up to you,
and strip away far more than simple clothes
connection & acceptance are my hope;
to feel you’ve brought your whole life here with you,
and that you may, on knowing who i am,
move off, in finding me not to your taste
but here, withal that may be put at risk
i ask your imperfections show, as well
He drove the whole night
Through waves of numbing fatigue
To see her home safe
So tired and so lonely
But worth all of it for her
[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
The sea seems infinite; at least
As large as any thought, or sky,
And I’m so happy you are here,
Although I cannot fathom why —
I can be glad, though. And I am.
For every chapter in this book
Of disappointment, choices poor,
Was controverted. All it took
Was just a glance, a touch, a hand
To brush aside some tousled hair,
To see the light within your eyes,
To know while I am here, you’re there,
For this is wonder – love, and joy –
The magnum opus mystery —
That love can be as large, and clear
As any sky
Or any
Sea
