Heat + loneliness + sappy feelings + beautiful music = naff poetry?

[flamestone]

Turning Into Dust

It is night again.
The quiet, hypnotic sounds
the gentle twang of an acoustic guitar
seems to stop the world.
Distant city lights
could almost be flashing in time-
and everything seems to close in.

The sky is dark and blue and heavy,
the treeline edging black upwards
frozen, like in a photograph
or a painting.

A breeze across my leg-
the evening feels
hot
heavy
barely stirring.
The city, the world
seems so far.

Somehow, I feel close to you.
I could smell your hair if I breathed in-
almost.
This song has a spell you cannot imagine
- it quietens this busy world,
shrinks it.
If I close my eyes, your arms could be
a moment away.

I hold my breath.

I close my eyes.