Monday, July 16, 2012

Yore Days (Excerpt Two)

...
The Depression became her parent, raising her as a practical young woman with dreams behind fearful eyes. She lived on nothing except her mother's and father's good-sense. It kept her spirit alive even though around her, people were being kicked to the ground--some, below the ground--by their own achievements. When everything backfired on the world, she had a shield prepared.
Then the war came marching in and her faith seemed to be being deported to men across the oceans who needed it more. She backed down only to come up a victor. She maintained hope and love, never daring to let them fall into the darkness that was consuming the lives around her. Friends, dear and beloved friends, were shipped out. Some were never seen again after their ships disappeared beyond the horizon of the shining seas.
She kept all of that certitude about everything being alright because her everything came to the forefront. And her everything--her soldier--was sent to the front.
...

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Thank You, My God

I don't know who to thank, what to blame, but I'm happy. I walk the streets of this teeny tiny town and have a happy-go-lucky feeling that I know no one can take away. The blue skies, the puffy white clouds, the crystal clear water slipping over my feet as I sit on the rocks overlooking the lake. It's all picturesque and perfect. I'm greeted with smiles and compliments, and those head-turns that fill me to the brim with confidence. And then there's him. He multiplies this invulnerability, these flawless moments, by a million.
I hadn't been able to write songs for a while. I guess my heart wasn't in it. It didn't have stories to tell or beauty to show. But as soon as he entered the scene, my heart kicked in and now words tumble out of me, out of my soul, into a blank storybook, empty pages of my memory, just waiting for the right character. Now that he's here, we're writing a story together. Two heads are better than one, and in the end, this story will be a bestseller. The chapters will be so beautiful that I'll run them through my mind day after day and even as I sleep. I'll dream of him. Of us.
Oh, Lordy, thank you, my God.

Friday, July 6, 2012

The Missing Flavor

(My lyrics to "Wanted You More" by Lady Antebellum.)

You left the scene with silence
But your voice echoes in the wind
You dressed your words up nicely
But the cover-up was too thin

One word from you
Sends me back a few
Thousand years to a hopeful past
That's how long I've been waiting
And felt my heart aching
Since I found this hopelessness would last

Chorus

I can taste the missing flavor
Of you and your sweetness
We used to be simply one person
Completing each other's completeness

I thought you'd see
The hints I would leave
That I just wanted what was mine
I still thought you as my one, my only
But that was a different time

Chorus