by walRUDonegal, Ireland
Sep 2019 385 Views 5 comments
the song of evening
I was never
taught
how music's
sold and bought
all I know
is every girl
I ever knew
had lyrics.. but never you
girl you are
a celtic air
a blend of strings
when no-one's there
no need for lines
nor lyrics wrote
a warmth beyond
a thing you'd quote
I see the words
of girls I knew
fade amongst
the morning dew
I hear your strings
at evening's fade
your head sleeps on
my shoulder blade
taught
how music's
sold and bought
all I know
is every girl
I ever knew
had lyrics.. but never you
girl you are
a celtic air
a blend of strings
when no-one's there
no need for lines
nor lyrics wrote
a warmth beyond
a thing you'd quote
I see the words
of girls I knew
fade amongst
the morning dew
I hear your strings
at evening's fade
your head sleeps on
my shoulder blade
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2019
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