Guitars in the night Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

Guitars in the Night

There is a place I have not been,

I go there each night in all of my dreams.

The fictional world of fantasy.

I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived

And a worldwide vision called the T.V.

I woke up this morning after another dream;

I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.

I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,

So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

I hum the tune inside my mind,

I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.

All I can hear are the words with meaning;

Something personal, just for me.

All we want is you by our side;

All we hear are guitars in the night.

All night long I’ve been singing this song;

I don’t know the words, but I sing along.

All I hear are the thoughts I am thinking;

I can pass the time in a blink of the eye.

Now I know what I must say,

To make you understand my mind.

I’ve got my feet firmly on the ground

And my head is in the clouds.

I’m a full time dreamer,

Who is full of self-doubt.

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