Thursday, February 26, 2015

What we don't

The first time I met you, you were six foot two or three
I remember you well... I remember
The next time I met you, you were not who you seemed to be
I remember that well... even better

Me, you, a bedroom bathed in blue
A promise left unsaid
Or only in my head
You said to me let's take it to the logical extreme
This place is full of people who are not like you and not like me
Let's see where this could lead?
...I said goodbye

Where would I be if I walked through that door?
Would it all be better than before?
We don't regret what we do, no
Only what we don't

You, me, now I can see all that I see
And it could never be
The life you live is not reality
How could I be taken for a fool?
But I remember how you do the thing you do
...Maybe I just didn't think it through

Where would I be if I walked through that door?
Would it all be better than before?
We don't regret the things that we do, no
Only what we don't....

Friday, February 20, 2015

Counting On Me

If you had given me everything
I'd just walk away
If you could turn the world backwards just for a while so I could see your smile
I'd turn my face
I didn't need the things you promised
Only what was deep inside of me
I didn't want the things you promised
Only the ones that I would choose to be

If you had said here is this golden cage and it's all yours
I would just fly away
If you had given me the life I've always wanted on a table
I'd pass it up day after day, after day
It doesn't mean a thing to me
It doesn't mean a thing

The only one that I can count on is me
If you want a job done right, then do it yourself
Just try it and see
The only one I'm counting on is me

Now if you'd like to come in for a minute
And have some tea and talk awhile
Please come in and have a seat
Tell me everything you're thinking
Let me know that beautiful mind
Let me know what's inside
And when we come to the place and the time
I'll walk you to the door and say goodbye

I want you in my life
If you'll let me live mine

The only one I'm counting on is me
If you want a job done right, then do it yourself
Just try it and see
The only one I'm counting on is me

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Praise Song

(written October 2014)

Your name has long echoed in these fading strains
A forgotten chord played years ago but first in centuries past
Praised by those who claimed to know God's favorite tune
But in your hands (that have strummed too much of the world)
It's a song of defiance, not devotion
Of anger, not angels
And to obey, the devotee must rebel

She who sings prays twice, they said
So I run the tape back
And raise my voice to multiply it fourfold
The blood runs from ears, to heart, to sky as an offering
Collected in a cymbal and returned to me renewed
As a heavy silence rolls in

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Benny Lava

Your vision is perfect
Mine has been corrected
But the end result is the same
Or so they say
One day you'll see like I do
The rings and flashes on the streetlights
At night, passing by
And you'll know why I can't sleep
Until the world's gone hazy

But you'll never understand the world I see
I'll never understand the one you're part of
Here between our hands we meet - one moment -
Are you thinking what I'm thinking
Likely the answer is no

I come from an island
You from the wide open plains
But you understand the things I say
In your own way
One day you'll have to ride off
Into the sunset, and I'll go back to my books
You'll have your memories
I'll have mine, and I'll never be the same
Because they'll never be the same

You know, we could try
Live in sync, bridge the gap,
Match your mind to mine
But these words don't make sense
My loony bun is fine
We're running out of time

You'll never understand the world I see
I'll never understand the one you're part of
Here between our hands we meet - one moment -
Are you thinking what I'm thinking
Likely the answer is no

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Solstice Alexandrine

If you arrive in white against this winter sky
I won't remember if you'd ever come, or why
I'd called you to my side, or if I'd called at all
Or if I'd dreamt our meeting, lonely in my mind

If you arrive in blue, the rainy season's end
Has come along with you, the one who I call friend
The clouds will clear away, the whitest flowers sway
And maybe you will stay through autumn's gathering-in

If you arrive in red, adorned in burning flame,
The words you left unsaid, the love without a name
Blooms in prismatic hues, in courage and in truth,
And love will be with you, always and still the same

If you arrive in black upon these shortest days
And you do not turn back, but on untrodden ways
You chart your path with light, creating stars for sight,
Then out of deepest night you'll set the world ablaze

If you arrive in gold, the summer will return
But tales and songs of old, from which we can't but learn
Remind us it will pass, the warmth that never lasts,
And in the end we have just moments, and we yearn

You'll arrive in season, or maybe out of time
You don't need a reason, I don't need a rhyme
But I'll wait in this snow, then when it's late you'll go
And when you're gone I'll know each second is sublime

Friday, December 26, 2014

The sky opens up

They gave the prodigal son a feast on his return
And the teary-eyed family was reunited
Memories of years before fondly recalled at the dinner table
But there was more to the conversation --
The things he had learned, he wanted to share
The old stories told week after week, he had seen those places
And they were nothing like we thought! Can you imagine, he said,
How we have made heroes of ordinary men
And lived this legend
As if it were the only one existing?
But there's so many more, much more, dozens, thousands,
The sky opens up when you turn your eyes to it --
And the table grows quiet
The clatter of dishes deafening
The youngest ones visibly disturbed
And the elders excusing themselves in silence

And there is talk, behind closed doors, in the library, in the study
He has lived so well on his own
He has learned so much; a credit to the clan
But it is for the best that this home,
At once familiar and strange in his eyes,
Be only a place of temporary respite
For there is no longer a place for him here

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The way you are

The word for the way you are
Does not exist in my language
Which is why I fall silent
As you appear,
The angle of your smile
The waterfall of words
The logical conclusion
Of a microcosm's history
Standing in front of me

As you disappear,
First with apologies,
Then with nothing
And the silence says
As much as the smile

I pore over texts and volumes
In twenty-seven languages
Learning grammar, context, culture
Hoping to stumble
Over a protagonist's description
To solve the mystery of you

Until the day arrives
Until the perfect word is found
The description, the explanation
Until then,
Silence will speak for me