Dayna Kurtz Venezuela
that was such a lovely dream
the streets were golden in the sun
i’ve never been to venezuela
but my family was all there
and my mother looked so young
venezuela looked like brooklyn
though the streets were twice as wide
children spun around the trees
little tops, little sufis
mamas smile from inside
oh fernando i’m so sorry
for the love you saved for me
but my heart is locked forever
in another lovely dream
he approached me like a prince
and said he’s loved me all his life
he said he knew that i’d come here
that he’s been waiting all these years
that i’m meant to be his wife
and my sister was so jealous
of the love you had for me
she left, stomping ‘cross the square
rigid arms flying hair
her skirt had many layers and it bounced like sandra
dee’s
oh fernando i’m so sorry
whatever could i say
to a man i’ve never met
who’s the one who got away
i cried to see his heart so plainly
(for he was such a formal man)
handed to me like a daisy
in the presence of my family
from his damp and shaking hands
i said – fernando, i can’t stay here
and a clock began to chime
and i opened up my shirt
and in its bony cage
ticked a paper valentine
oh fernando i’m so sorry
for the love you saved for me
but my heart is locked forever
in another lovely dream
oh fernando i’m so sorry
whatever could i say
to a man i’ve never met
who’s the one who got away
