Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Dad's Guitar

When father picks up his guitar in the ev'n
The world of the deep magic hears
And bends down to listen to soft tenor notes
Whilst gushing out laughter and tears.

His hands move like instruments just of themselves
And woo each sweet measure and beat
And children come round and sing loud with the sound
Of the tapping of pattering feet.

Bright beams seem to open like truth to your eyes,
And dreams don't seem ever so far -
They dance with the music along in your hands
When daddy picks up his guitar.

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