In Response to “Will You”

When I am weary from bat­tling wind­mill after windmill

Will you hold me with your slen­der arms
Will you rest a cool hand on my brow
Will you whis­per softly, “Rest, dearest”

When I am limp­ing, beaten and drained

Will you smile when you reach your hand for me
Will you tend to my wounds and my scars
Will you feed me and soothe me

When I feel my spirit curl up in a corner

Will you wel­come me

Will you gather me to your bosom
Will you take me into your­self
Will you wrap your heart and legs around me

For this night you are become my hearth and home