Man

New life to dead he brings The long silenced choruses his hands make sins Scraps of wood, bits and pieces, fragments he molds Restoring the soul of this battered wood that he holds He believes in the dirt, the wood and the water His care softens what life has pressed harder His heart and spirit are still and guarded, By the cold distant world cruelly bombarded Pain he’s lived, strife he yearns to avoid His peace and serenity often destroyed His eyes have grown sadly tired and distant The claws of his demons sharp and insistent I wish he could see with his eyes as I do with mine A man strong and noble and fine A man deserving of love and care A man confident, unique and rare. So much like the wood he loves and fashions He ignites my desires and fuels my passions If I could only make him know, believe This woman was born to meet his needs Feed his soul, his heart, his mind His resting place in me to find. Serenity a touch away It waits for him yesterday and today…..