On His Home Leave

I was laughing, cold in the snow I felt quite centred in his arms As my heartbeat 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 heartbeat; 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 heartbeat; like a banjo. I beheld his warm embrace on top of our bedstead. And I gave him a heart of my own.