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....