(This Page Graphic Intense Please Wait For Loading)He's A Lonely GuitarCome to me by night my darling, Come to me and we will travel the roads of delights together. I no longer wish to talk about life and love I wish to live it, now and forever, you are the focus of all the desires of my heart, the paint with which I paint, and the love of my life! There will never be enough of you, when I die I will ask God to allow me one more hour with you! I will be the angel who comes to you in your sleep and whispers love words in your ears. I love you with all my heart, without you in my life I would be empty, and you are aware that but a short year ago I had reached my bottom, I would have never lasted out the cold lonely winds of January, my life was at it's end. I was angry at life and I was ready for death. Now I am totally alive, I am truly speaking to you from my heart, you gave me new purpose, a goal, a focus. You turned on the lights in my dark life and brought my mind back to life. You were a challenge, and I responded to your challenge! The challenge became a focus, then a goal, then love, and love has grown and flowered to full bloom, now it will survive forever. Every day I sit here on this old porch, spilling out my heart to you because you brought the music back into my soul! My heart was like a lonely discarded old guitar which has been idle in the closet for years, until a beautiful young lady comes along and picks it up and begins to strum, now music flows from my soul once again.... I am that lonely guitar, but you are the song, your's the gentle touch upon my strings. It is in your caresses my music finds the tune and you provide the melody for my life. Your words caressed my ears and now I bask in the afterglow of my love with you, for I just made love to you! Yet you are still miles away. You ask how? But don't you know you are always in my heart and within my mind. Did you not feel my presence? I felt you, here in this empty room, here with me for the last 20 minutes, That's very strange... It's a strange thing.... feeling someones' presence. My soul went out to you in our imaginary conversations, I felt, smelled, and touched you with my mind.... the empty room was blocked off, you were the focus, you made me sensitive again. You made me alive once more! The music of my soul flows once again.~ Dave ~Music For This Page is "Caballo Negro" by Manolo Sanlucar, and Manuel Munoz (Flamenco, for 2 guitars) (1943-), SPAINIf you enjoyed reading this tale told here on the porch swing please click on the bar below to share it with your friends! NEXT BACK HOME © 2001 Dave ~ Cowboy Night Writer PalletMaster's Workshop®. "There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval."
He's A Lonely Guitar
Come to me and we will travel the roads of delights together. I no longer wish to talk about life and love I wish to live it, now and forever, you are the focus of all the desires of my heart, the paint with which I paint, and the love of my life!