Faded Patina
Sun from the window, shines gold on my grain
With a faded patina, I have come home again
I was broken and shabby, after years all alone
Stored in the rafters, so lost and afraid
You have dusted my cobwebs, and repaired a split rail
There was love in your touch...since the day you unveiled
Discovered me hiding in the damp attic gloom
I felt so abandoned, in my dark dusty tomb
A remnant of childhood, from those days long ago
You have restored me to life, to be worthy and new
Do you remember my rhythm, and my creaky squeak croon?
When she rocked you at midnight, softly humming a tune
You sat in my warm arms, under a soft velvet moon
While you dusted my bones, and shined clean my face
Did your memories fall back to that magical place?
Where the world was your oyster, with such sweet childhood charms
You were held to her breast, in her soft loving arms?
Sweet nights spent together when the whole world was kind?
Now the rhythmic thump of my rails on the floor
Will return all those moments, for reflection once more
You will feel on your face, and I on my grain
Sun's warming shine through old window glass panes
Wherever you are, that old world, or new...
To be home again, is to be here with you....
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