Guitar
When I came into this
world-
guitar-
you followed me-
you watched me
through the
glass window-
shaded by deep autumn-
Perhaps
it was your heart
that watched me
from the window-
while
the sweetness
of music
repeated
your name-
Broken souls-
the lonely
and forgotten-
warned me-
that you were
stalking me-
your musical heart-
your country soul-
your golden strings
that made
music beautiful-
watched me-
Dressed in Rosewood
golden strings
and black case-
there you were
following me
from my birth-California Blue
Copyright © Gordon Wickstrom | Year Posted 2016
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