Neon

She shines like neon,
Colorful,
Reflected on
The city streets

She sounds like rhythm,
Audible,
The feet that move,
The heart that beats

    She’s still the light that guides me home,
    The reason that I love the night;
    A better kind of power, that
    Makes sun seem tame, and rain seem right —

She tastes like neon,
To the eyes
That find no shining
Through the throes,

When at the end
Of this much day,
The sky may dark,
But still —

She glows

A Special Privilege

This place is warm and feels like home,
Each thing reminds me of her;
I have a special privilege –
It is my job to love her

The last few days, I’ve had a cold,
She had one just last week;
The autumn season juggernaut’s
Left little time to speak

But I go in the other room,
She’s reading in our bed;
My voice is shot right now; but there’s
Not much that needs be said

There’s cold and dusk out of these doors,
The day’s last light will perish:
I have a special privilege –
For she is mine
To cherish

By The Window

I see her by the window, there,
In elegance, an autumn shawl,
A cup of coffee in her hand,
It takes my breath. For after all

The years I’ve known her, still I see
The girl I fell for (present tense)
Who’s made my heaviness more light,
And makes each day

An elegance

An Anniversary

In real life, my wife is a minister;
She’s often with the sick, dying, or grieving.
She is tonight, even though
It is our wedding anniversary.

The woman I fell in love with
Had so much love in her that
It spilled over onto other people:
Both the joyous and celebrating and
Those hurting or in pain.
This is not just a gift, it is
A calling:
To bring whatever comfort is possible
Where possible.

And I still love her for it.

So happy anniversary, my love,
Even though I’ll probably be asleep
When you read this.
I’m grateful to be able to witness
The daily overflow firsthand.

Hope For Love

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

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