Note: Pretty fucking brilliant.
Every
lone night
as he played
her old lullabies
to sleep, her
lush skin
smiled.
swing
of his
guitar
strings
made
..her..
dreams
…ethe-
..real.
In those dreams
she laid under azure
skies.holding stars
in palm of her hands.
her beauty rivaled that
of the moon making
tidal waves in summer’s wind
still. She loved him in her dreams.
His heart was wrinkled,yet he
played. Until the day his
lonely aging hands tore
the guitar’s s t
r
i
n
g
