Welcome To This Man House

Welcome to this man house.
Welcome to this manhole operation.
Welcome to this man house.

Winter's moving across the fields.
You are reading me;
feeding me as fires glow.

Writing songs from old photographs
and worn-out paths.
Within reach we are on the breach.

Come whistle in the light of sound
Because what matters is what we've found
Settle in the vines and stretch.

Come find the spark that says here
Because it is now within our ears
And don't forget tomorrow will be wasted.

Welcome to this man house.
Welcome to this manhole operation.
Welcome to this man house.



© Sonja J. Johnston 04-Sept-2013