by Victoria G. WheelerThe stage is set and the crowd anticipates her presence
The lights are dim and silence fills the air
She walks heavenly to take center stage
Her long locs waving in mid air
Her skin shines like an autumn sun
Her smile is like a breath of fresh air
Her presence so everlasting
The woman and her guitar took the crowd by storm
Her voice filled the air with sound sweetness
Heal the hearts of lonely souls
I watched her play her guitar as though making love to a woman
Her long fingers brushing against each string…making its own unique sound
There she stood like morning dew on my favorite flower
Her voice mesmerized me and captivated my soul
Filling my heart with her words
I imagine her guitar being the silhouette of my body
Stroking the center cord of me
Flushing my body with fever
Stranger to my heart
I came to see her and listen for awhile
I heard her a sang a love song
The woman and her guitar
