a glass of wine oh sad guitar
drink it all in 'til the light of morn peeks through
give a little tug, oh no, my heart won't budge
not now, not today, not for anyone… not you
a pill or purge won't change a thing
the puddles on my pillow keep me swimming
a bird on a wire next to my old tennis shoes
and the light of the moon is dimming
love of late has been so silent
love of late has left me here
my silvery eyes won't say a thing
oh spirit, whisper, draw me near…
~missy boneske