New Guitar

New guitar,
how long will we play?
Will we be together
on my final day?

A year from now
will we depart,
and give our lives
a jumping start?

Maybe you
will help me meet.
A lovely lady,
graceful and sweet.

Or maybe you’ll
help me compose.
A sterling song,
seed of a rose.

I love life
and I love you.
We are the ones
the mystics drew.

Maybe we’ll tell
a grand old tale,
about how
we set to sail

On a journey
to the now
leaving late, yet
early somehow.

New guitar,
oh, here we go.
Forever each
other we’ll know.

The beginning’s over
but life is new;
the present moment
is never through.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s