Ode to My Guitars

You were something borrowed

Wrapped in love, sent 1400ks up

You were painted green

With you I walked my favourite streets.

You were something muffled

Into you I poured my heart and tears

You were my companion

With you I knew no dread or fear.

You carried my fingers

treading carefully and unsure

You held my mistakes

Soothed and smoothed every chord.

You made me a rockstar

The girl with the guitar

You were something borrowed

You were my first love.

Now your backbone sits up high

Photo collage on a wall

Holding memories of your mother

But the memories held are more.

Every melody encountered

Every song you wove

A most beautiful tapestry

My life, that which you wrote.

Not seen by the naked eye

but it’s a secret you hold within

The years you spent with me

Warpped in love and same giving.

>>>>> ****** <<<<<<

You were something gifted

Beautiful tone and sound

Your merchant was an ignorant

But was driven by passion

He took needle to your skin

engrave his love he dared

filled your wound with golden drops

and left you in my arms to care.

New songs and stories yet

serenaded under starry skies

but my pain was not to end

as I whisked you up on high.

You held my anger and fury

I nearly dared smash you to pieces

for his love had quickly faded

and I felt it was him you needed.

But I kept you by my side

your golden engraving forever haunting

You were faithful and endearing

but there was someone more wanting.

So you travelled across the seas

to someone who would truly love you

one who could only ever dream

of holding something like you.

Word travels fast

and I was deeply affected

when I heard that you were taken

by rioutous thieves and murdered.

My sweet companion of old

your life a horror and terror

I’ve held you close to my heart

through sun and stormy weather.

>>>>> ***** <<<<<

You were something chosen

by deeper than ignorance and passion

A father’s love cannot be measured

and it’s you, my true companion

You’ve composed the rest of my life

my heart and soul and spirit

You see me through the darkest

and the joys, the lot, you’ll hear it

And now you’ll soothe the poppyseed heart

that flutters inside my womb

bringing peace and joy and laughter too

for many new suns and moons.

 

by Diosa Deamore 18.08.09

(C) Diosa 2009