La Guitara

It lies forgotten…
Covered with dust…in a lonely corner
With music lost in its depth…
My guitar…

I stumbled on it…
As, you tend to find un-looked for things…
Wondering, how I had left it behind…
How with time, I had ceased to care

Unstrung…covered with sands of time
It flooded me…
Like an old memory
Bittersweet…happily painful…

I slowly looked out…
Far away in the distance
A blank stare…a desperate search…
A search for my guitar…and a forgotten me…

Rain Dance

I look at you, this stormy evening…
While you are lost in your dance
I watch as your rhythm beckon the drunk winds…
And, you slowly draw me in…

The dangerously beautiful beats…
Ring out solitary and true…
And, I let the dance of madness carry on around me…
While I seek peace in you

You brought my life to a stop…
In a moment’s notice
Almost, mocking my presumptions of control…
Yet somehow, making me feel free…

I watch…
The rolling clouds in the distance
Silent as a distant memory…
Buried yet remembered…in my solitary sojourns

Tender…bittersweet…thy impressions
My failures…the darkness…
That I could not take away from your eyes…
Let them be drowned…as you dance and I lose myself…