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The Dreams Will Come Tonight

The dreams will come tonight like the rolling mist
and in the shadows that form half heartedly,
I shall dance to the slow song that your guitar sings.
With every strum of your fingers my feet will move
swaying hips to the rhythm that your music creates.
And by the light of the moon and the sigh of the stars
we will be making music out of our own desires,
with every sway of our bodies and the songs on our lips,
the fire within us will burn bright as day.
Eclipsing the brilliance of the moon and stars combined
we will melt with the searing heat that our love creates,
until we’re one in the world of dreams we’ve built,
in the halls of our memories where we seek each other out
holding tight lest our dreams fade away
and remind us that we are miles apart.

-eamarifosque 102313-

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Guitar

 

Time to let go of the pain,
the broken songs that you used to play,
on that guitar battered and bruised,
a witness to your many heartaches
and numbered sadness.
Strum a different tune,
one of beauty indescribable.
Let the notes take form
and the words pour forth
from lips that have tasted
the sweetness of a kiss so tender.
Make music out of love,
sing a story from your beating heart,
let the world hear the joy dying to escape
the tender smile that creeps
on your face so used to frowns,
and let them see what love can do,
when given without waiting,
without asking for anything in return.

-The Elusive Scribe 071213-