This time

The timing never seemed more right,
for me to be who I want to be. There
was something about the way you
looked at me: it made me want
to change how I see

And how, in an instant you passed
through my life, like a distant dream,
a rocket seam I may never be able to truthfully explain.

If time passes like you did,
inevitable, quick, unexplainable;
I may never be able to fully love,
but if you only stayed and if you
only spoke and if you only asked
what you were to me maybe ill
truly love that instant.

When you speak of the beauty of
my work, your beauty shines through,
when you say nothing at all, your
memory shines through, when you're
with me I shine through and when
you're away my art shines through

If anymore of you means nothing at all,
then nothing of you means nothing at all.

The tragedy of most humanity
is the wrongness of time, and my
tragedy is that too.
A godlike craving that my prayers
deserve and they reserve it
ever now and then, you.

I can't promise you the sky and
the stars for you possess them
in you eyes. He would see the world
in them;
you would see yourself.

And between those lips are the words enlightening and without them
is the peace of eternity.

If the timing never seemed more right,
then there was no time at all;
if I didn't feel this way
I had never loved at all.

In the quiet silence of the night,
I know you'll be happy, I can promise
you mine; if the timing never seemed
more right, I can promise you me.