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