Silver

September 18th 2023

I hear the gentle

strumming of an old guitar

held by the worn hands

of a man, closing his eyes,

playing songs built out of dreams.

Like most rainy days,

the shadows of small raindrops

dance upon his brow.

Toes tap the hardwood floor; a

rhythm built by newfound love.

And as evening comes,

a soft, red glow surrounds us,

reflecting into

my eyes, from the mountain range

etched in silver on his wrist.