He stares out of the misty window
into the fogged, greying world
illuminated and sliced open
by one warm Moonbeam of Hope.
Cruising down this Highway Avenue of Life –
the nostalgic Music filling the voids left behind
by the chemical wars fought inside –
he is at ease.
His blue eyes stretch beyond infinities of Sky…
His glossy gaze meets the Moon’s Rays
of Hope in this bumper-to-bumper world:
a Constellation of nine Stars smile brightly
through the darkness of space
as they frame the Moon’s Secretive Smile.
It is here –
in the Honeymoon of his Thoughts –
that he finds the Mysteries of the Moon’s Beauty
tucked away neatly in a Pocket of Sky.
His Thoughts are held together by his five star Mind,
found dancing in the Moonlight of Inspiration,
as his body is showered in his tears
with a ceiling of glittering Stars staring down.
His sadness is blown away with the withered words of hurt
he releases from his Mind,
like a thunder-cloud that releases its darkness
to create Newness.
Four-cornered gods of reflection dictating their insecurities
are reduced to simple stardust in the Moon’s Fire
which ignites his Mind
making real, through word, the Daydreams of his Love.
He has one less problem of heartache tonight
as he lays his pain to rest in his marshmallow lined thoughts
in the creative cloud-mansion of his Future.
stave-life fill in lines and spaced
dot on a page lines skyward downward
up down and around
time my time
common time march
to the beat of the song
swerve slide drop
and now bounce!
let the sounds engulf
to another place!
sing and belt
vibrato all over worry not!
repeat alter lyrical physical
Tuned and plucked
Played and played
over and over.
Frustration and pride;
Metallic pain erupts.
then found and
waste of space.
Played by a fool;
the sound is dirty.
Played by a lover;
the sound is pure.
Yet knowing beauty
is made from the string
and sound lights up
it is okay
because a guitarist
will find the guitar.