Nancy Imelda Schafer
" The Sound Of A Small Guitar"
I have been asleep
My heart has been empty and void.
This last year has not been easy.
When I don't know what to do...
I do nothing.
Nothingness doesn't hurt.
But there has been one who has stirred me from my sleep.
I cannot see his physical being,
but he is all around me.
He knows what it feels like to be asleep too.
Misery really does love company.
His words wash over me like pouring rain.
Cleansing and new.
I can hear my heart beating in my chest again.
He is ordinary and plain.
He is extraordinary and fancy.
So who is he?
He has written that same question to me.
I want to know him.
I want to see him.
For the first tyme in many moons, I care.
I feel like I am walking on fresh fallen snow.
No footprints in front of me.
I dare not look back to see the mud and slush behind me.
In the distance ahead I see him.
His path is clear and new too.
The snow is blinding.
I will see no imperfections.
He will see no imperfections.
The the light of a new day in our eyes.
I am alive.
...and if love remains.
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Authors Notes:
I am alive.
Thankyou for that Hillbilly
"The Sound Of A Small Guitar"
©
Original Work Written By...
NaNcY ImElDa ScHaFeR
January 1, 1997
Dedicated To:
A Small Guitar.
Number: 010197
Submitted January 1, 1997
spyder@pics.com
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