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)

fall days

fall days
with the leaves blowing in my yard
dead parts
of a tree that was once so green

but the tree’s still growing
and so am i —

fall days
winter breeze putting me on guard
cold hearts
from a soft, southern summer scene

but the heart’s still going
and so am i —

these are the days
that the summer’s left behind
these are the times
when the grapes turn to sour wine
these are the days of the fall
but it won’t be mine

these are the days
that the summer’s left behind
these are the times
when the grapes turn to sour wine
these are the days of the fall
but it won’t be mine


(c) 1998, by me under another name

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

Then Music

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

There was a bitter time when I
Felt ringed in with despair,
Exposed to all the elements
And bowed beneath my care,
An open sort of laughter rang
Of onlookers’ derision,
As second- and third-guessed I was
For ever damned decision

Then music made me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so you
Would be there, by my side,
We danced there in my silver dream,
And joy was running free —
For music gave me hope when there
Seemed no hope left for me.

I knew one day I’d know you, I
Had met you in a song,
The twisting roads of loneliness
Had stretched on for so long,
And all the earthly signs had said
“Go back. You had your chance.”
That dreams were made for other heads,
By fate, or happenstance —

Then music gave me walls when there
Was no place left to hide,
And lyrics made me you, so I
Could lay down by your side,
We dance now in a silver dream,
And joy keeps running free —
For you’re the music of my hope
My life’s best melody

For you’re the music of my hope,
My life’s best melody

Nothing Beats Friends

Summer goes, and summer evenings
Sometimes wander aimlessly;
Takes us back to years and places,
Timeless, easy, young, and free –

So much that we lose for loving,
All the obstacles time sends —
    But there is nothing, nothing
    That beats friends.

Growing up and on together,
Still in moments motion made,
Necks that know all kinds of weather,
Favorite shirts that tear and fade –

So much that we gain for giving,
Sorrow shared, its own amends —
    For there is nothing, nothing
    That beats friends.

  Call upon the years to blossom,
  Playing date and playing ‘possum,
  Hopeful scholars, bashful truants,
  Brides-to-be and honor students

Eyes that shine with tears of gladness,
In the moments in-between;
Shoulders used in shades of sadness,
Love that breaks the quarantine

Losing, gaining, laughing, grieving,
Here, through all the fads and trends —
    Yes, there is nothing, nothing
    That beats friends —

    No, there is nothing, nothing
    That beats friends.

Roundelay

What
Is this moment here, in time,
How
Is it that we’ve come this way?
Where
Is the conscience of the queen,
Why
Do I hear a roundelay?

Light
As the morning, clear and true,
Sharp
As the pangs of love at bay,
Red
As the blood that pounds my ears,
Why
Do I hear a roundelay?

There
In an office, block and grid,
Dreams
Of a whole-life, far away,
Eyes
Of the hope of love gone right –
Why
Do I hear a roundelay?

What
Is this feeling that I feel?
Lost
In eternity, astray,
You
On the edge of guiltlessness,
Why
Do I hear a roundelay?

A Simple Thing

[These are lyrics to a song I wrote when I was in my mid-twenties. They are exactly as originally written. – Owen]

They say that love’s a simple thing, well
That I know is true:
The love that you can freely give
Will come right back to you,
Will come right back to you

I give my love the purest things that
I know how to give;
But she can give me so much more
All she has to do is live,
All she has to do is live

But pain can take you anywhere
And Heaven’s for when we die –
And when you love, you kill your self
And there’s no asking why,
There is no asking why —

I’ve heard that love’s a simple thing, well
That I can’t deny;
You find someone to give your love,
And then, you say goodbye,
And then you say goodbye –

And then

You say

Goodbye

Love