As night begins to fall
And the stars come out to play
I grab my old guitar
From where it lay
I pick it up, and dust it off
And strike a cord, and let it fill the silence as it may
I sit beneath the moonlight and sing a forgotten song
And let the words, take me back to better days.
The sound, it soothes me.
From my heart to my soul
I can feel the magic within me
Rising to seize control
As the wind picks up
And I loose myself
I give up all thoughts
And just play.
YOU ARE READING
Fire.
PoetryWe all feel in, coursing through our veins. This is part of how I, put it into words.
