Celebration

I celebrate ...

Being homeward bound,
To the land beyond sound,
Where we would rest in peace,
For a moment at least,
And then i'd go off from there
To the land that's so fair
That it would be paradise
With fair weather skies,
I'd play on with friends
For times without end,
Until i stumble and fall,
And worship you, me and all,
And then i would seek and won't find,
Until you come from behind,
And give a hand to the lame,
And i'd be the moth to you the flame ... !

And i'd burst into rhyme
And you would chip in and chime
And i'd end up here
Writing for you my sweet dear ...