When beside the river, We would sit and think Life's beginnings, and its ends, When the season came. We would sit and think Pondering and watching When the season came We left off for elsewhere. Pondering and watching When beside the river, We left off for elsewhere: Life's beginnings, and its ends.
As day stirs into wakefulness and light,
The artist sees, or maybe feels and knows.
By brick-and-mortar, sky, and cryolite –
The water passing inland as it flows —
The artist sees, or maybe feels and knows?
The process is mysterious and wide —
The water, passing inland as it flows,
Knows how this works, and is not mystified:
The process is mysterious, and wide.
The color in the prism of the mind
Knows how this works and is not mystified,
As freedom flows in circles, unconfined –
The color in the prism of the mind
As day, stirs in to wakefulness, and light:
As freedom flows in circles – unconfined –
By brick-and-mortar, sky, and cryolite
(The photo is of a city called Omis, in Croatia-Dalmatia, and is by a photographer named Landd09. – Owen)
I stand here, now, at perfect peace
The church reflected on the lake
Where troubles end, and sorrows cease
A moment’s breath to quiet take
The church reflected on the lake
The hills and sky get interspliced
A moment’s breath to quiet take
A heart no longer sacrificed
The hills and sky get interspliced
I stand here, now, at perfect peace
A heart no longer sacrificed
Where troubles end, and sorrows cease
Ah, to be the age to romp with dogs
It’s cold outside, but you already know
I wonder how the dog will be since she’ll
Move out and go away for good this fall
It’s cold outside, but you already know
You knew that this was coming – and so I’ll
Move out and go away for good this fall
News travels fast here in this frozen town
You knew that this was coming – and so I’ll
Be honest: there has been somebody else
News travels fast here in this frozen town
I’m sure you’ve known and kept it to yourself
Be honest: there has been somebody else
You’ve played around with all these many years
I’m sure you’ve known and kept it to yourself
Ah, to be the age to romp with dogs
