Meadow in the Moonlight

In a meadow in the moonlight
Where the rabbits fall asleep
We laid down on a blanket
And we both started to weep

For we were so grateful to be alive
A good friend of ours recently died
It was the passing of our innocence
That night our souls became tied

The stars above us were aligned
As we spoke of how we felt
And as I looked into her hazel eyes
My heart started to melt

We made a vow in the morning
That it wouldn’t change anything
It was only a temporary passion
one emotional evening in Spring

To the meadow in the moonlight
I return with high hopes every year
That she will break her promise
That she will magically appear

But deep inside I know the truth
She is long gone without regret
So with a heavy heart I go home
Knowing I will never forget.

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California Vacayday

We’ve looked forward to this
Just our children, you and me
Spending quality time together
In scenic Capitola-by-the-Sea

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

Wind making our sand-dusted hair dance
and I’m gently holding your tanned hand
We’re rekindling and nurturing our romance
as we’re strolling together on the sand

Our kids are having so much fun
It’s been a complete and total blast
reflecting & joking with you, my dear
We’re in the moment, not stuck in the past

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

With you, my life-long love
and our funny, darling children
on this perfect California Vacayday

On this perfect California Vacayday.

May 15, 2018

Pinto Lake

Well, I’m thinkin’ about Half Moon Bay
and those egg sandwiches you would make,
All those black and white analog snapshots
you wanted to but didn’t have time to take

And I’m thinkin’ about that early Spring day
It was a bit foggy, you had something to say
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake

I was wearing khaki shorts & a white pocket tee
You wore a gingham top and favorite ripped jeans
You brought a picnic basket with Martinelli’s,
Potato salad, French bread & freshly baked beans

And I wonder about all the reasons why my dear
You chose to tell me you weren’t gonna stay
When we were in that rowboat out on Pinto Lake
Oh, in that little rowboat out on Pinto Lake

We were from that place
That sleepy farm town
Filled with roses
Old friends
Ramsey Park
Where our Mothers
took us both to play
We were twenty-four
and we had planned
to move out of state
But you said you’ve packed
and was moving that very May

I’m sad and thinkin’ about that early Spring day
You brought me a bright yellow roses bouquet
My heart was breaking apart every which way
As you said what you needed to say
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake

In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake.

May 15, 2018

You Should Have Seen Your Face (2nd Draft)

It was a moment I’ll never forget
That summer sun had already set
The sidewalk was a little wet
You should have seen your face

When we bumped into your old flame
You said you couldn’t remember his name
And he thought you were playing a game
You should have seen your face

When he explained to you who he was
And where you both went to school
The apartment where you and he
had been settling down
The places you used to go
The people you used to know
All things you never told me
like why you bought a wedding gown

We must have stood there for an hour
As he reminded you of your favorite flower
Of your favorite restaurant on Gower
How what was so sweet became so sour
But the memory of his love for you
you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) place

But you should have seen your face
You should have seen your face

April 16, 2018

The Songs We Wrote That Summer

The first one we wrote, it was when we met
It was a Meet Cute you and I will never forget
It had humor involving food staining your dress
and us laughing hysterically as we cleaned the mess

The second one we wrote on our coffee shop date
We could have cut it short, but we stayed late
I was too shy to kiss you before you opened your door
It just seemed to me like you didn’t want anything more

We waited a bit before we wrote another one
But the third time was with friends and it was fun
The four of us got together, wrote it in a dive bar
where we all had some beers, you got out your guitar

The songs we wrote that Summer
We went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
And I thought you were pleased how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were then had a burned out flame
Now sometimes I wonder whatever became
of you and all your ambitious dreams
And those songs we wrote that Summer
with with all those lovely and romantic themes

That time we went to the local Beach Boardwalk
Intimate conversations evolved from our small talk
We shared our deepest hopes yet romance didn’t grow
We just couldn’t move forward, we were at a plateau

Yet I’ll never talk badly about them or you, dearest
‘Cause I cherish those nights we passionately kissed
You filled my notebooks and life with our history
but what it will all mean to others is a mystery

The songs we wrote that Summer
we went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
I thought you were happy with how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were had a burned out flame
And though I wonder why they became what they became
All our ballads and those youthful dreams
Those songs we wrote that Summer
I’ll listen for you singing them in the ocean and streams

Hope I’ll hear you singing them in the oceans and streams.

March 31, 2018

I Just Want My Brother Back

We would go down to the creek and dip our feet in
Those were just little walks but are good memories
I remember he was the one who told me about
them busy hummingbirds and bumblebees

He’d let me go through all his records and tapes
I’d spend hours studying the liner notes and learn
from all the lyrics – those verses, bridges, and hooks
One favorite was by Kansas, “The Point of No Return”

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

He’s the one who kept it together and made it through school
Learned three languages and multiple intensive college degrees
Meanwhile, I’ve struggled with odd jobs earning minimum wage
Yet he’d probably say for me, life was a breeze

And I review his yearbooks, remember all his good friends
The ones who knew him more intimately and better than me
I talk with my kids who loved their old Uncle so much
I worry that he’s more accomplished then I’ll ever be

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

I’m not equipped to handle being the responsible one
I was never the son who knew just about everything
All I could ever do is write these crazy little songs
And muster up the courage to remember them and sing

If I could have traded places with him that night
I would have done it faster than a healthy heartbeat
Instead, I’m the one who takes him for ice cream
and that former genius thinks it’s a special treat

And I watch all those home movies with him in the dark
Sometimes I take him to go fishing at Pinto Lake Park
He thinks he might catch a huge Great White shark
I just want my brother back

I just want my brother back.

March 29, 2018