Guitar Dreams

Bitter night seventeen degrees all is covered in frozen white comforters and blankets piled so high tugged up high warmth to seek Christmas time just days away my night is filled with guitar dreams there was a girl in earlier days when I was young in velvet prime I did sing in choirs then and did croon solos sweet she did dream and did long that just for her I’d sing my song she did seek a music store where she did buy a steel guitar a present then she made to me that I might then for her sing steel wires so narrow they strung so tight for tender flesh six to press with fingers five twisted to shapes that hurt my flesh books of songs I did buy and practiced hard so many hours steel too hard and calluses too slow I did sell that steel guitar classic ones with nylon strings my fingers found to be easier be and more hours so many long I did play a classic guitar so long ago when I did try and I did fail to play guitar in dark of night at Christmas time I do dream of bass guitars strings of four and a lower pitch that I could tune to a open G then to barre with finger straight then playing chords would simpler be and the pitch much lower then to match my voice deep and low I do dream in dark of night that I might play a bass guitar