On his home leave

I was laughing cold in the snow

I felt quite centred in his arms…

As my heart beat; like a banjo.

As the sun sank orange and pre-warms.

 

My heart for a season of new tears

As he goes to be awarded his stripes

�"You’re Purple Heart. All my fears

Was a foreign soil of endless gripes?

 

Oh I was laughing cold in the snow

When I heard his padding feet go…

Not knowing when he’d return

Like a summer blossom to govern.

 

Oh I was dreaming I joined his ranks.

And as we took fire in a bunker

Shrapnel, standing on the gangplanks…

Entered my porcelain; white shoulder.

 

And then again laughing cold in the snow

I felt quite centred in his arms…

As my heart beat; like a banjo.

As the sun sank orange and pre-warms.

 

The surgeon’s knife he was my guardian angel.

And as I was the snow drifting, before his gaze

He compacted my wounds repaired every vessel.

And seamlessly, I awoke to all my birthdays.

 

I was laughing tenfold in the snow

But this time it was confetti - instead.

As my heart beat; like a banjo.

I beheld his warm embrace on top of our bedstead.

 

And I gave him a heart of my own…