If Money Were No Object

If money were no object
Oh, how the world would shine
Serene would be the waters
And I would make you mine

If money were no object
All there would be to prize
Are these diamonds full of wonder
That I know as your eyes
If money were no object….

I cannot see what people fight for
I cannot give out any more
If money were no object
Only love is left in store
Only love in store

If money were no object
All these wars would surely cease
No more seeking arms and weapons
Only hands to cure disease

If money were no object
Would the world see what is true
It’s as simple as these tender words
That I am giving you
If money were no object….

I cannot see what people fight for
I cannot give out any more
If money were no object
Only love is left in store
Only love in store

I cannot see what people fight for
I cannot give out any more
If money were no object
Only love is left in store
Only love in store

Layers

Radio playing on the gypsy highway
As if time the vagabond tore these recent pages away
I am nothing more than that kid with wild hair
Bopping on the beach with boom box in hand
Looking at lovers, one day I’ll have one
Longing for someone to lie in the sun
Here, I have music, sweet music, in hand
And it’s all coming back in the waves on the sand
As constant as they are, as constant I am

But then searing through this bittersweet reverie
Comes the wind bringing back all the layers accrued
Erasing the music that defined me back then
Just papers and lawsuits, mortgages, cars
And the ocean is so far away
The ocean is so far away

As It Falls

The rain is dripping songs of sorrow
There is little left to say
A veil of clouds becomes tomorrow
Where the sun shone yesterday

And this love that knows no limit
Seeks forgiveness through the gray
With the music of the raindrops
My only melody today

If a robin somewhere listens
To the same refrain I hear
My heart is soaring with him
Taking all that I hold dear

Let the rain prefer its doldrums
Let the spring transpose the song
Let the time heal what love couldn’t
Let the tide bear us along

Reflections on the Catcher

Last night when I saw Holden
In an uptown Manhattan bar
He didn’t look crummy
Hair no longer half gray
Not deep in his thought
Nor pining for sister
No prostitute on his arm
But rather a leggy brunette
He is now directing movies
Enjoying life in Tinseltown
Amazing thing this psychoanalysis
Take the morbid man
And make him sane and alive

Narrowing

I am narrowing the gap
Between something and something else
Yet I am gaining ground on no one
Making tracks on no thing
I feel the black colliding with white
The ice melt
And then become vapor
The opposites attract
Maybe it is living and dying
Maybe it is love and loss
Maybe it is sunset and sunrise
But the gap is narrowing, yes, inextricably
As time dissolves
Into my pores

Beach at Sunset

As the sun sets on this darkening sea
I wonder how these changes took hold of me
The ships in the distance bring angels to mind
Insouciant reminders of a time without time

Ensconced in the air is the love that I lost
The tumult behind, I feel only the cost
A gull sings to brothers who winnow and glide
Moments to the horizon, the day that has died

Another dawn coming, sleep a tunnel to then
A channel to take me until time can bend
The water, the water, let it run through my soul
This and memory a balm that protect me from cold