Occasion: Of course, Tina, 1988, Presidio of San Francisco. I was really beginning to ponder the possibility that I might actually marry this person. Woman, thy name is "Vixen".
Part 1
I was walking by myself,
Down a moonlit, misty beach,
And it seemed like you were further,
Than the stars were out of reach.
So I stood there in the night,
With my eyes out on the sea,
Hands buried in my pockets,
With the fog surrounding me.
Then a thought came to my mind,
As I stood ‘tween sea and land,
That naught else could I want,
If I could only hold your hand.
Part 2
I was sitting in the sunlight,
With its warmth upon my face,
Just looking at the trees and grass,
And the beauty of that place.
And there you stood beside me,
With the sunshine on your hair,
While your azure eyes were blazing,
So I couldn’t help but stare.
Then a thought came to my mind,
That without you I can’t stand,
And my heart and spirit lept for joy,
When I felt you hold my hand.
February 28, 2004
January 09, 2004
The Princess and the Pauper
Occasion: I wrote this for my brother and his bride. It was read at their wedding rehersal dinner, I think. 1987.
Let me tell a story,
Of a youthful princess fair,
With eyes that shone like stars so bright,
And silken, glowing hair.
She lived inside a mansion,
In a tower of despair,
A tower she called loneliness,
Cause no one else was there.
She longed to have her hero,
Come and rescue her from there,
But he was doing other things,
And didn’t really care.
He was also lonely,
But he just could not sit still,
So he began to do the thing,
That lonely young men will.
He knew about the princess,
And her legendary grace,
But he never thought a castle,
Would be his dwelling place.
He looked upon himself,
As a thing on which men trod,
But never thought that he’d be touched,
By the mighty hand of God.
Then God reached down and touched,
His eyes so he could see,
That he could ask for anything,
And in Christ’s name it would be.
So without hesitation,
He asked that God would give,
The princess fair to be his wife,
And in happiness to live.
When he found her in her tower,
After searching far and wide,
He broke the walls of loneliness,
Around his future bride.
Then they fell upon their knees,
And prayed to God above,
That He would bless their union,
With a never-ending love.
God heard the cries of both of them,
And granted every wish,
And He’ll be smiling evermore,
On the lives of Craig and Trish.
Let me tell a story,
Of a youthful princess fair,
With eyes that shone like stars so bright,
And silken, glowing hair.
She lived inside a mansion,
In a tower of despair,
A tower she called loneliness,
Cause no one else was there.
She longed to have her hero,
Come and rescue her from there,
But he was doing other things,
And didn’t really care.
He was also lonely,
But he just could not sit still,
So he began to do the thing,
That lonely young men will.
He knew about the princess,
And her legendary grace,
But he never thought a castle,
Would be his dwelling place.
He looked upon himself,
As a thing on which men trod,
But never thought that he’d be touched,
By the mighty hand of God.
Then God reached down and touched,
His eyes so he could see,
That he could ask for anything,
And in Christ’s name it would be.
So without hesitation,
He asked that God would give,
The princess fair to be his wife,
And in happiness to live.
When he found her in her tower,
After searching far and wide,
He broke the walls of loneliness,
Around his future bride.
Then they fell upon their knees,
And prayed to God above,
That He would bless their union,
With a never-ending love.
God heard the cries of both of them,
And granted every wish,
And He’ll be smiling evermore,
On the lives of Craig and Trish.
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