Marco Antonio (El Gringo)
Poeta recién llegado
I am he who gently caresses you without a touch
the one that to your ears whispers words of love
I am he who writes of you and me, who writes of us
the one that slithers into your heart when you fall apart
I am he who writes of times and places your soul hungers to be
the ocean in the desert, the mirage your eyes thirst to see
I am he who searches the lost path your feet dare not walk
the laments of unheard voices who long ago ceased to talk
I am the lost dream seeking my dreamer - wake me not
the drop-of-dew on the petal of the rose that time forgot
I am the one that embraces and consoles your loneliness
the river of hope that comes flowing to fill your emptiness
Marco '94
the one that to your ears whispers words of love
I am he who writes of you and me, who writes of us
the one that slithers into your heart when you fall apart
I am he who makes you want to dream about tomorrow
the one that with only a look understands your sorrow
I am he who feels your pain and dries your hidden tears
the one that holds your hand and knows your deepest fears
the one that with only a look understands your sorrow
I am he who feels your pain and dries your hidden tears
the one that holds your hand and knows your deepest fears
I am he who writes of times and places your soul hungers to be
the ocean in the desert, the mirage your eyes thirst to see
I am he who searches the lost path your feet dare not walk
the laments of unheard voices who long ago ceased to talk
I am the flame in the darkness that will forever burn
the remembrance of moments that will never return
I am the one who teaches what cold hearts cannot learn
the unread page that even the wind neglected to turn
the remembrance of moments that will never return
I am the one who teaches what cold hearts cannot learn
the unread page that even the wind neglected to turn
I am the lost dream seeking my dreamer - wake me not
the drop-of-dew on the petal of the rose that time forgot
I am the one that embraces and consoles your loneliness
the river of hope that comes flowing to fill your emptiness
I am the candle in the night that reflects your inner-light
life's kaleidoscope of joy and pain, snow and freezing rain
for I can feel your heart and conquer your strife
for I am: the blood of a poet - who was once alive
life's kaleidoscope of joy and pain, snow and freezing rain
for I can feel your heart and conquer your strife
for I am: the blood of a poet - who was once alive
Marco '94
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