Marmalade

All I want is a brick house
 With a porch that wraps around
 All I want is land enough
 For my children to run
 And in the highest pitch of grace
 The end of trial and gratitude
 It was for you that all others I did forsake
 For you all others I will forsake
 And how could it have been so often
 That we did speak
 Of purpose and having
 And not having
 Dreamt his body with his back to the lake
 Certain depths I cannot place
 Walk and talk fine through all of the days
 But still I miss the words you'd say
 Past the point now of trusting it to change
 I've just learned to live around it
 And still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly rest at all
 So from where does energy come
 Meet me by the fire door
 Of happiness I don't ask more
 She is who I cut root vegetables beside
 With you present in my mind
 And it is with them that we spend our nights
 Laughter that tides us through the rest
 But I liked it best when the morning had not left
 And wake was not yet in your eyes
 High, high, high, low, low, low
 I would have seen you through both
 Sunshine Marmalade
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