Her Sound Endures
This love endures like worn rocks
on trembling bays
These beating rays
harass the chords my sand covered hands command
ocean spray like hungry hands tread neck and form
the resounding waves assemble a collection
An ensemble of words no longer spoken
they chance to voice so they may be free
to accompany
and assure me of my lucidity
I used to dream of solitude
with heavy heart had 100 dreams of you
now alone with only her cold wood frame
and through her warm, sweet, sonic grace
I think of home
a transient taste of some longed for place
This guitar is all I have
And now one moment more is all I ask
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