Rubbing out my face,
Until its blank and marks
Of weariness don't stretch,
But leave it still.
I am rendered a watcher
Of the day gone by,
My head in work so wonderful and tiresome.

Hello sweet eyes,
I see you heavy in the day,
But through you I see smiles,
Full weeks and setting Suns,
Speckled artfully by the way,
I see the world its beauty when it's cold,
The rising Sun flow lazy through the trees,
This land I live within a play,
It calls - beckons me to live to full,
To wade through heavy sight to see,
Glory as a man,
Who meets me as I pray.

There be spices hopping in the pot bellow,
Cooking up a storm in a flow of flavour,
Dancing round the onions until inevitably on my tongue,
I haven't got to run,
So I can just stay and eat,
With my family:
All toasty in the kitchen,
All toasty together.