Troubador

Lost and hurting alone on the side of the road,
bitter memories tormenting the dreams I had known,
though I chose it, it hurts me to now think about it.

and a man with a hat on his head
took the words in my heart
and spun glistening webs
tears of sorrow turned into an intricate portrait.

Guitar in hand he asked me to dance,
to his music and just fall into a trance
and turn beautiful just from the sorrow within me.

making pictures with words
honey dripped from his mouth
and his fingers strummed meaning from remorse and doubt
years of shadows and secrets illuminated.

and his eyes gently followed the tracks of my days
like my story was there in the lines in my face
and he turned all my ugliness into a sunset.

he was done and I knew he'd move on
but my gift was the beauty he'd made of my hurt in his song
and that beauty was soemthing I'd never expected.

Teary eyed I walked home in a haze
but my soul had been calmed by his words and his gaze
now I know that beauty can come from most everything.