You'd Come

You'd Come
You'd come to me, miles over more
and i'd smile
to catch a moment's whisper of your scent
locked, somewhere, in wind chimes
tickled by the pines
you'd come to me, blind and free
and i'd play the violin
your sway matching that of the tide
between sand drifts and snowfall
you'd scar tears upon my cheeks
and i'd wonder where you came from
how you blew in on peppered air
you'd come to me.