On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always kept moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Longing For Peace
The Guitar Of Time
©
Sarah
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
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