SO I GUESS WE'RE ONE, MY LOVE

A love poem written to my wife

There's a rumour in the rooftops
Down Chingleberry way,
A whisper from the rodents,
A murmur on the day,
A tiny bit of wisdom,
A nugget square and true,
A little bit of learning
Concerning me and you.

They're saying in the rooftops
Down Chingleberry way,
The rodents and the spiders
And the clergymen that pray,
That you're an angel, darling,
An angel wild and free,
An angel lacking wisdom
For whispering to me...

And when the nights are poorly
With raindrops all around
And the rustle in the rooftops
And a splashing on the ground,
I take you by your hand, my love,
I kiss you on your mouth
While the clouds blow off with morning
And a breeze blows from the south.

And sunshine lights the rooftops
Down Chingelberry way,
It shines on thatch and mildew
Like on every other day,
And we are one, my darling,
The knowing creatures say,
One with the basking morning,
One with the world at play.