A lazy sunbeam makes its way Across the room As I sink down into this bed we share. If I looked over I would see The ceiling caving in But I'd rather rest Into your gentle stare. I'm making coffee for you love, Nudging you gently to get up. It's time for life, dreams are done, A kiss goodbye, warm with the sun. I hear the door catch, I know you have returned, And I forget the time I was alone. I reach out longingly And draw your hands inside, We know this broken house Contains a happy home. The chilling wind, the burning sun. They cannot claim us till we're done, And my love it's not our time. Someday we'll find a little place, Glass-cased shelves, a rooftop garden. Until then, my home's your smiling face, A safe space to lay my heart in.