A House

I rested my hand on your wooden balcony Scanned the panoramic view (Lit up by the dying sun and newborn city light) And I felt your presence solidly beneath me. Clearly I could see Through the scope with which we view the past Memories of your childhood, visions long passed: Countless inspirations born - gifts to us in infancy - A web of binding, ceaseless love - woven in the silk of family. I walked along the floorboards That creaked with sorrow and delight While the soft grass and fruit trees were watered With the tears both pain and laughter can invite. In hours spent upon that deck I made myself known Holding you through the passing of the light With wall and floor and sky to witness Betrothed within the passing of one night.