Porch Lights

you grew frail and weak in your young age
held to your ballpoint pen, came home and turned the page
staring out the window of your cabin in the woods
sparkles on the treetops the frost took in the night

but I was much too young
I was much too young

winter came, a storm of white, lay heavy on the ground
the fire grew, the notes I knew, played heavy on the sound
I would listen all night to stories that you tell
I’ll keep your voice, I’ll take to heart, your secrets I won’t sell

but I was much too young
I was much too young

the life we shared would choose again
the world we saw return again
chest of treasures born to rest
the gold and silver acquiesse

but I was much too young
I was much too young