red guitars on summer nights

by Sambo

 

you are dusty attics and blistering
red wood and organic
smells.
you are rainy days when the house
is
falling,
autumn nights when
leaves are
dancing;
summer afternoons in
chilly basements.  
you are a 
heartbreaker, 
a lovemaker,
songs that fall into
staggered silences,
blisters on
worn-
out 
fingers.
you are a dreamcatcher
that weaves good nights
into nets,
a fulfiller of 
wishes.
you walk me to the past,
to the future,
push me to the edge of the
world,
catch me as I fall into
the 
sky. 

 

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/70362

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