My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart….
The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is born…. My guitar weeps!!!
From the fathoms Of my heart A mute tune is Hummed… The octave music of love
My Guitar weeps!!
In the distant silence of the night I hear the soft sadness In your sweet voice Longing to be in my arms
Time meanders into the silence As My Guitar weeps!!
In the womb of the night The fetus of our love Seeks an expression … ..in the strumming of the guitar!!! …a moon drop falls …a night jaw whistles …a rainbow dream Tries to bridge the distant love In my quest to be with my love ….My Guitar strums…. My Guitar weeps The silent song of love !!!
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
There is a woman I love, I call her my sister We spent only two years, little time together Yet, as the time passed we grew closer On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation Soon turned into