CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)

day 216

It was a humid summer day
When you entered my life.
We sat on the porch swing,
Rocking back and forth
To the rhythm of an old
Prine tune.
I didn't know you,
And you didn't know me.
But, somehow, we clicked.
And on Christmas Eve,
When the candles burned slow and fine,
Flickering across the walls
That were littered with
Shadows and antiques,
You played me a few simple chords,
And my world opened up.
On the coldest of days,
When smoke and tears faded to haze,
You held me strong.
I found comfort in your embrace,
And the way you wiped tears
Off of my soot stained face.
When the Raven soared
And screeched an unearthly call,
You let me press my face
To your shoulder once more.
Now, the summer's breeze
Winds itself along my limbs,
Accompanied by the trill
Of an old mandolin,
As we sit branding
Lyrics, chords, and measures
Into our minds.