Here's a poem of my own
Dark skies and rays of light
Embers fly and the melody dies
She looks at me from a far
While I sit alone with my guitar
She seems to be amazed
By me or the muse
The muse is the butterfly in which I have drew
Does it make sense to her
Can she relate
Only time will tell as she feels drawn to me by fate
She gets up and falls by me
I let go of the tune a beautiful melody
I pick her up and kiss her hand
She tells me she's never been greeted by a true man
We walk and talk and laugh and cry
Talk of life and dreams that all have died
I lean in for a kiss and she excepts
Where does this poem take us next?
--------Zachary T. Barnett----------