The Tune Of Your Guitar Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THE TUNE OF YOUR GUITAR
I see you in my dreams, day and night.
The tune of your guitar comes from afar.
The strings of your guitar are stuck in my heart.
Your songs have wings to fly through the sky.
The sky has knelt in your blue eyes' light.
I see you in my dreams, day and night.
I am a broken mirror's shard.
The mirrors of all seas are in your eyes.
The tune of your guitar sounds in my pulse.
Where are you now, in a Liverpool pub?
Are you at the harbour watching the sea gulls?
I sit on a chair looking at a bulb.
I stretch my ears across these long miles.