To Our Loved One Far Away

To our loved one far away,
Whose strength and years this war devours,
Whose sacrifice is also ours,
For whose return we daily pray:

Rest assured your home awaits,
Your cheering squad, your loyal fans,
The mouseketeers who share your plans,
Your dreams, your tears, your gifts, your fate.

We are the circle of your love,
The wagons 'round your willing heart
That keep despair and faith apart
And bring the muffins where you move.
There is no limit to our pride
In who you are and what you do.
All our fortunes rest with you
Across a desert bleak and wide.

Although You Are with Someone Else

Although you are with someone else,
I want to have my say
Without invading your domain
Or scaring you away.
I respect the choice you made
And all that you decide,
But I would just like you to know
I want you by my side.

As a lake deep in a wood
Awaits a cool, fresh breeze,
I will wait, a patient eye,
While you do as you please.

After You're Gone

After you're gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
After you're gone?
You're part of my life,
A piece of my tapestry.
On what rock
Will my castle rest
After you're gone?

Time will turn
But without hands.
How will I eat
Without my day on your dish
After you're gone?

You're the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my tumbling days
After you're gone.

Last Night, Today, Tonight I've Thought of You

Last night, today, tonight I've thought of you,
Your fear of loving me, your fear of pain,
My own reluctance soon to love again,
And why we often flee what we pursue.
I've thought: if we could make time disappear,
Prune past and future, make the moment flower,
Lobotomize all save this single hour,
Then we could love with neither hope nor fear.
But when we pause to watch the moment flow,
Beneath we see eternity and space,
So thin a moving film is time and place,
Removing us, and all we love and know.
I cannot but anticipate the end:
Desire a lover, yet fear to lose a friend.

A Teenage Girl's First Crush

A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.
Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.
She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,
Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.
And why? Because some guy might look her way,
Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;
Some special one, for reasons she can't say,
Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.
But now my crush on you has been returned,
And so the two of us stand on some brink:
It can't be love so young, and yet we've learned
Love does its will, no matter what we think.
Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:
Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.