Old House by the Sea
Rain patters against old tin roof
As standing again at my window
How I yearn to hear your voice
My hands rough against ledge
Would you love me even,
When brown tendrils begin to frost?
Green eyes surrounded by laugh lines?
Body no longer as supple as in youth?
Come through my old door
Let me put on the copper kettle
Chasing our chills away; renew heart’s warmth
Bring out your guitar and sing of adventures
Awaiting you: drawing blanket against cold
Quiet coals tended carefully in heart
Stoking embers: Love will never part
Mess my bed with me, My Love
Throwing all youth’s fears to the floor
Along with feather pillows cast aside
Greet me with with your kisses
Come home, to my old house by the sea
(c) Amanda Wilson 2012