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

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?

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

[Driving to work, these words started going through my head, so I wrote them down. I’m not entirely sure what they mean. – Owen]

You have to siphon off the poison,
Siphon off the poison;
You have to siphon off the poison,
While you still have life.

The day is like a madhouse, with
The many “I’s” that make a “me”;
I’m told to mind the details, so
I cross an “i” and dot a “t”

Or maybe that’s all backwards;
I don’t know, I am too tense —
Ethereal, and serial,
And liable to condense —

You have to siphon off the poison,
Siphon off the poison;
You have to siphon off the poison
Causing all the strife.

I saw man with many legs,
He had too many, in the main;
But from them, he was very rich,
A super-crural gravy train

He told me I could do with more,
By I have still have these aging two;
This strange and newfound paucity,
What is a man to do?

You have to siphon off the poison,
Siphon off the poison;
You have to siphon off the poison,
Please do not tempt fate —

You have to siphon off the poison,
Siphon off the poison;
You have to siphon off the poison,
Before it’s –

Too late