Fiction? | Non Fiction?




Instrumental

the guitar is ringing
in the background
a slow return from silence
the way you look as you
tremble beneath
its soft power
is captured in a single
word only our
hearts can understand

what was played in the summer air?
we forgot the words
but we know the secret it told
and now I might
just lean over and kiss you
because I know
that nothing has ever
been needed more

and in the final glint of sunlight
before the sky blushes
a somber orange
we fall below their eyes and
escape the nameless ache
the song warned us of
but will we ever escape the distant cry
of the guitar?
will we ever want to?
it knows out truth
it knows our fear
it sings our sadness without a word