Night Songs

In the sultry midsummer night air
I sit by the edge of the sea.
The waves roll softly onto my bare feet.
Someone s playing classical guitar
I can feel his fingers strumming my heart.
The night breeze salty and purifying
whispers--- hush…hush… be still.. she’s gone
A white seagull reflects the moons light
It cries alone.. alone.. alone.
Old memories replay in my mind
pictures of passion and desire
burning like fire.
Someone is playing classical guitar
in the night air
note by note burning my soul.
Drinking the salty cool breezes
to calm my raging desires.
Uneasy at the intrusion
yet spellbound by its beauty.
Someone is playing classical guitar
on his starlit summer night
and my heart is breaking.