Foreign Country….by Kathryn Owen

The past is a foreign country
No boundaries
Except my own limitations
No passport required
Adventures take me to places
Of delights and darkness
Each night I travel
To yet another country

The future was just a dream
Of existence
Travelling distances
Of time and space
People I meet along the way
Some just pass by
Others stay a while and walk
With me, sharing my time there

Some sadly depart,
Our souls entwined
For but a moment, 
Lingering, living, laughing,
Until the time comes to depart,
The last kiss, 
The last touch,
The last smile.

I hope our paths will cross
Again in the future.
Postcard memories I hold
Within my heart, 
At times I take them out
And ponder them,
I can never go back
To those foreign lands,

Some best forgotten,
Best left behind,
Always moving forward,
Never back
I’m a foreigner speaking a language
Of emotion and sentiment, 
Of pain and anguish, 
Of desires and disappointments.

Have I seen you along the way?
Have I yet to meet you?
Are you here with me now?
Walk with me, let’s chat a while
And share postcards,
Stay with me
And let’s travel together
In this foreign country of ours.

Pitching my tent with you

I wrote this song back in the days. 1999 to be exact. Somehow it never left the pages of the old notebook on which it was originally penned. Until now. I hope you like it. Haven’t quite found the music for it.

Just as the stars decorate the skies

On a beautiful, beautiful night

You’ve decorated my life

Lifted it to wonderful, wonderful heights

From what was left of this here Miss Lonely

You picked the pieces back up again

And mended them ever so carefully

Now all the pain is beginning to wane

 Couple holding hands 2

Take my hands, gentle but sure

Lead me safely to nature’s cure

If there’s any place I want to be

It’s right here, pitching my tent with you

 

I am not Humpty Dumpty anymore

Not unbreakable but no more broken

‘Cos you, you, you took me away

Away from this place with hurt so rife

I’m happy with who I am

But Ssshhh! Make no assurances

For no one can promise tomorrow

But today is what I gladly have, so please….

 

…. Take my hands, gentle but sure

Lead me safely to nature’s cure

If there’s any place I want to be

It’s right here, pitching my tent with you