While my guitar gentally weeps

While my guitar gentally weeps...My circumspect swaying to the music....I gaze at the lovely day shallowing by...Catching a glimpse of an elderly couple sitting upond the fence of time.



While my guitar gentally weeps, I marvel the the halo of love in which eclipses this age old couple....Ordinary warmth of a spring day ushers compassion to this very moment in time..



While my guitar gentally weeps...I continue rockin' to the beat, pondering the idea... that destiny will bestow forthcoming walks with the person I am to grow old with.



While my guitar gentally weeps...I continue the dance of my phantasm...Will someone in the shadows admire, just as I admired the aura of endless love....