vivid
reveries
tweak my heart.
slow
muses
creep
into my vena.
comfy
thrums
chute
into a
twiggy
plectrum
within
bridge
curved
digit
tipped
- aura -
seeking each word,
of enticing music played
intimately in heartbeats among
the runnels of a tempo stride.
everything is tied in melody.
this happens to seek freedom
of a lone heart chained to past
memories, of lost things
in abyssal resonant tempers
of a cruel world void of love.
flames of thick bonfire crepitate,
as my voice arouses the smiles of
friends cuing past simpler times of
childhood friendships grown together,
held as if we could hold onto moments
of hope, of love, of all dreams deterred.
stars fell only as we looked away, but
aroused as one proud guitar wrapped
a night sky of melodies, liberating
by instinct, one chained heart,
by touch, by perception.