It was so long ago
Or was it… yesterday?
Separated by fears
Of love that would not wait

But if I had known
How I would feel today
I would have taken your heart
And shown it a world
Where dreams really do
Dreams really do come true

It’s like a regret
That you always feel in your heart
It’s like a love affair
But only you will play the part
How can I live
When time has left me no choice
But to die or be alone
Because love never found its voice

But if I had known
How I would feel today
I would have taken your heart
And shown it a world
Where dreams really do
Dreams really do come true

It’s not the way your smile draws me back to you even when I wasn't invited
     It’s the way you walk upstream when it would be so easy to float away
It’s not the way you paint pictures of your life as if it’s your last day to tell
     It’s the way you love because you know how to let someone be free
It’s not the way you kiss me and show how a woman loves a man
     It’s the way your dignity tells me that no matter what you will be alright
It’s not the way you light up whenever I walk into your life
     It’s the way you would rather be lonely than settle for the easy way out
It's not the way you make love and forget how a lady should act
     It's the way you remind me that a lady is what a lady decides to be

The rows were plowed once again
Sowing the seeds of bitterness
The tears dug deep this time
They forgot about tenderness
I let it happen
The fields awaited
A meadow
A mountain
Death
Heartache
It’s all the same
What is meant to be
Is meant to be
And what will die
And what will grow
Will soon depart
As always
And another tear
Will dig deeper than before
Because pain
Grows well in this soil


Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona

Our voices
Are they an echo
Of a desolate love in the air?
Our longing
Are they the reflection
Of an unrequited love affair?
As we sleep
It watches
Knowing all our secrets
All our pain
All our loves
A reluctant confidant
Suffering
For all eternity
Witness
To all who love
And to all whose dreams are crushed
As we raise our eyes
And bare ourselves
The mirror of our sadness
Understands
In the shadow of its light

The sun rose again this morning
Though it cares not how I feel
And when we part in sorrow
It is the moon that helps me heal
Though it whispers calm assurance
Sometimes I cannot believe it’s real
So I wait until the sun rises tomorrow
To know what truth the light shall reveal

She knew his eyes were different
It wasn’t how they looked
It was what they could see

His eyes shined down upon her
He told her she was beautiful
Though she turned her face to his
She didn’t believe he was truthful

She knew her eyes were different
It wasn’t how they looked
It was what they couldn’t see

The mirror cast shadows upon her
She thought it was being truthful
Still he turned his face to hers
His heart only saw what was beautiful

The sky inside your eyes
Like the forest in every tree
And the ocean in every shell
Tells of your love inside of me

The whisper inside your eyes
Like the sun in every light
And the moon in every glow
Tells of your love in the night

The life inside your eyes
Like the soul in every prayer
And a heart in every beat
Tells me your love is always there

The sun shadowed by trees wiping off the morning dew
There’s nothing new about that
Except that the tree finally grew taller than my memories of you
The flashes of light told me what I knew would happen anyway
Because water made the soil too lonely
And your tears do not care for light that reminds you of yesterday

How could I make you love someone who you thought was me
But you know why you did it
And now black clouds dampen the hope that I came to see
We thought what to make of a life that couldn’t wait for us to begin
New flowers grow where I once walked
And what once lived for your love wonders where you’ve been

There’s nothing so precious
as a man’s farm land
or falling leaves waiting
at this year’s deer lease;
there’s nothing better than
walking your own trail
except when your soft eyes
tell me to do as I please

There’s nothing so graceful
as love waiting by the moon
for a kiss to be delivered
by seasonal birds flying;
guided by what they know
without question or fear
except your soft hands
guided by your sighing

There’s nothing so hard
as rocks resisting oceans
or walls staring quietly
at stones thrown by children
who laugh at the lines
that will always remind
except the uncertainty
of ever seeing you again