While My Guitar Gently Weeps

While my guitar gently weeps,

This woman curled in blankets softly sleeps.

Gossamer dreams that flutter and fly

Out of her memories, and into the sky.


While my guitar happily plays,

This woman sashed in scarlet turns and sways.

A wish that is hoped for, but as of yet unspoken --

Promises on the brink of lips: never said, never broken.


Love was the music, our pulse was the beat

These rooms now run cold that once gave off heat

These blankets now are empty, here nobody sleeps

I lie here alone, while my guitar gently weeps.


The End

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