He Strums the Strings of My Heart

Published August 5, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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On a warm spring breeze,

Birds chirp their greeting song,

Children play kick ball

On the green grassy knoll,

People laugh while embarking

on their Sunday afternoon stroll,

Tulips peak out from their flowerbeds and,

City lights sparkle in the night;
He strums the strings of my heart,

One small note at a time –

Erasing sadness encased,

Breaching a hedge of grief

Whereupon drapes my heart;
When you pass by my window

Wave to me one more time,

I aim to shed not one more tear,

And seek to wear an unending smile;

Yet, while the famlies sleep

And I am on my own,

No use pretending,

I’m far away from home,

Far from the solace of your arms;
Lonesomeness consumes my heart,

Suffering thirsting to unburden itself,

Desiring to pass through the

Tender gracious heart of another;
He strums the strings of my heart,

One small note at a time –

City lights sparkle in the night.

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