Gown woven of
Subtle notes and chords,
From the strings of
An old guitar,
Words of an old love song,
Gossamer fabric, barely there,
Nearly invisible in the night,
Yet the stars of your eyes
As you look into mine,
Light the vision of
The woman I've made love to,
So often in my dreams,
In moonlight,
To the soft
Strumming of guitars.
Donovan Baldwin