Guitar At Night Poem by Mark Trajano

Your tears make your guitar glisten in the dark,
every strum of the strings gives out a spark.
One note to the other reveals soothing face
that hides behind those bleeding words' shadows.

Your sweet voice spends time lingering in the room
dancing in my ears they beautif'lly bloom.
Untouched by time and space the words come alive
identity gained, for expression they strive.

Never able to get my eyes off of you
finally closed them to see what is true.
Found myself in a state very foreign
transcending fear, joy, anger, love and pain.

You noticed me bathing in your lullaby
that resonated perfectly with your sigh.
I slowly stood up, smiled, and asked for a dance
which would not let it pass-another glance.