Tiny droplets rain
on me in the blooming fields,
As I merrily danced
with the kissing tulips,
The graceful rays
of the rainbow shield,
These small fingers
that yield loving grips...
I felt one
with this worldly land,
No other's touch
can move me,
The sound of guitar
strings heard grand,
Swam into this
field of unbroken dreams...
I slept a second through
the hustling of the serenading wind,
The hurly burly of
the bustled city unfelt,
I'm loved with the world
and one with him,
No other plucks the guitar,
it can't be stealth...
We'd make a nostalgic
music along these steps,
Side by side, we
held hands,
Not even the butterflies
or little specks,
Made seeming spectra
for what him and I have...
The sun shines
at six minutes to three,
As we went
to the spacious front porch,
His songs still
set us free,
As he strums
towards our main door-
the hands that guitar...
