I set the waist of my guitar softly

On my knee and caress the frets with the

Waste of my thoughts.  How mournful is the sound

As it tumbles past but does not mix with

The longing for the laughter once again.

The chords I play to lift the spirit rise

Not in the jubilation that I heard

Somewhere but in the lamentation for

The loosing of the laughter in the dust.

So wail now strings for I am dry of tear

And need to note the sadness of my soul

As it searches the rubble of my thoughts

Of those longing for the laughter gone away.

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Melissa Rives's picture

Now this is fantastic. I loved every word, feeling, and image this conjured to my mind's eye. Soulful. The last stanza is magnificent!!!