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 !!!
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain