Storms

Your eyes are not as bright as before;
They don't reflect the sun anymore.
I see in them a world of gloom,
A mournful place where there's no room
For love to bring peace to your soul.

But peace is something you'll never find,
Unless you leave the tempests behind.
Like sudden rain your anger falls
And drowns the voice inside that calls
For love to bring peace to your soul.

There are storms within you
Raging uncontrollably,
Clouds of fear darkening your heart;
In the deep they haunt you
And threaten you relentlessly.

Don't let them tear your world apart.
Don't let them tear your world apart.

A bitter wind is chasing you now;
You run from it; it finds you somehow.
The road is long; the night is late;
Find shelter from the rain, and wait
For love to bring peace to your soul.

There are storms within you
Raging uncontrollably,
Clouds of fear darkening your heart;
Evermore they haunt you
And threaten you incessantly.
Don't let them tear your world apart.
Don't let them tear your world apart.


© 1990 David Acosta

Incomprehensible Love

Who are you, and what are you doing here?
Why have you sought me? Why have you found me?
I have come undone, now that I've drawn near;
Your holiness and beauty confound me.

In an instant you seem so far away,
And I succumb to fearful solitude.
But I do not walk by sight anyway;
I follow, knowing I have been pursued.

O Love incomprehensible, hold me;
Save me from the lies this world has told me.
I will walk by faith; O Lord, blindfold me.
When my strength yields, uphold me.

What am I, if I drift away from you?
A vanishing mist, a cloud without rain,
Hopelessly lost between earth and sky blue;
My self-reliant efforts are in vain.

Who are you, and why are you chasing me,
Convincing me that I am not alone?
With sun and wind you are embracing me,
Assuring me that I am not my own.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
You seek my love, but you don't demand it.
Beside me, behind me, and before me,
Relentlessly! I don't understand it.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez

My Dulcimer and I

My dulcimer and I, we have an understanding:
He knows my thoughts, and yet he doesn't share them
With my spoiled old piano and my needy guitar.

My dulcimer is kind; he isn't too demanding.
When heartstrings break, his dulcet notes repair them.
Yes, I'll admit that it's a kinship most bizarre.

My dulcimer and I, our sessions are outstanding!
Sweet, blissful tones--to what shall I compare them?
I hammer with gusto, but I know he's the star.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez

It's a Lot Like Falling in Love

Hey there, Sun, time to wake up!
Are you ready to begin a new day?
Come up, Sun, I've had enough
Of the darkness; greet me with a warm ray.
Fill the cold world with your healing light;
Drive away the melancholy night.

I've found a gateway; I'm far, far away.
Far from earthly woes, I'm free, and I'm thinking of
A highland highway, a gladsome glideway.
My sad yesterdays are a blurred yesterhaze
I'm in heaven! It's a lot like falling in love.

Hey, Dark Cloud, stormy and cold;
Ain't no need for you to hang around now.
Farewell, Cloud; take your sad, old
Down-and-out despondency with you now.
I'm a comet flirting with the moon;
I'm a groovy, hot, chart-topping tune.

I've found a gateway; I'm far, far away.
Far from earthly woes, I'm free, and I'm thinking of
A highland highway, a gladsome glideway.
My sad yesterdays are a blurred yesterhaze
I'm in heaven! It's a lot like falling in love.

Yes, I'm headed where
No earthly care can be found.
I'll soar like a prayer,
Filling the air, heaven bound.

I've found a gateway; I'm far, far away.
Far from earthly woes, I'm free, and I'm thinking of
A highland highway, a gladsome glideway.
My sad yesterdays are a blurred yesterhaze
I'm in heaven! It's a lot like falling in love.

Goodbye, dreary gray; hello, beautiful day!
Can't explain it; it's a lot like falling in love.
What a feeling! It's a lot like a falling in love.
Heart is healing; it's a lot like falling in love.
Soaring freely; it's a lot like falling in love.
I am carefree; it's a lot like falling in love.

It's a lot...
It's a lot...
It's a lot...like...falling in love.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez