At Last
There’s a house in a field somewhere
A sea of a sky out there
Begging to be born again
With my hands to till,
Your heart, and a windmill
A weathervane that tries
Without the presence of your eyes
Is a tree fell without a sound
There’s a tin roof for me to mend
A simple truth ne’er to bend
I would tend to your need
Gift my patience, and give heed
Hands to work, to be calloused
To grow these gardens green
To build your everything
As the seasons roll through
And the heavens fade from blue
We’ll lift a catch, and fill our barrel
There is nothing we cannot abide
No beasts from which to hide
A hummingbird, our neighbor
Enjoys the fruits of our labor
A stream running rampant down a hill
A hammock rests in the shade
Sway there, let your eyes fade
A cedar porch, it’s brand new
Built with devotion, it’s just for you
I will never grow weary from this
As addicted to the breeze
As the troubles you ease
You belong here on my arm
We’ll resurrect this rusted farm
Simpleness and solitude abound
Breaking free of our past
Together, in love, at last
Copyright © Andy Ellsworth | Year Posted 2013
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