Faces of Stone

Faces of stone

That watched from the dark

As the wind swirled around

And you took my arm in the park

Images framed, hung high in the trees

And you talked of your youth

But the years had turned dry as the leaves

Your lover was gone

His replacement to hand

And just what the difference was

You could not understand

In darkening grey

We walked back through the streets

Then you talked all night long

Of your childhood home by the sea

And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you

Believed every word I heard

At least I think that's what I tried to do

We sat on the roof

The night overflowed

No more was said

But I learned all I needed to know

Your Hollywood smile

Shone a light on the past

But it was the future

That you held so tight to your heart