It was dark...
I sitting there, or maybe I was in my bed,
Looking at the ceiling;
The sound of silence, beautiful,
Yet was interrupted,
For a faint strumming on the guitar.
I go to the next room
And I see him with the guitar.
Him on the sill, the moon shines behind him;
The light bouncing off the silver strings.
Moonshiner.
I sip at the illicit exquisite,
He plays those songs I love.
I swirl his wine in my glass
Playing with the light, a fire.
The hot red leaves a trail on my lips
He sings as he strums…
All for me.
He serenades as the moon shines…
Getting me more drunk
As times moves on.
Moonshiner.
I sit there, caught in that moment,
Music twirling around me,
I look at him, drowning in his eyes…
Drunk as I am,
Falling further in his spell.
I feel him near me…
His voice caressing my skin,
I drift into a sleep of music and wine,
Dreaming of guitar tunes and red hues…
Arms keeping me safe as I dream,
Tugging at my own wild self,
My moonshiner…
