Her Breath in Our Sail

we’ve been set free

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I wrote this wondering about the notion of loving partners who manage to minimally compromise each other’s freedom. From my perspective. 1982.

Verse 1.

See the wood chips flying
hear the buzz saw cracking
I’m swinging a rough ax
and watching birdies glide by.
I’m clearing a few acres
among the stones and the splinters
gonna build a home
around my sweet bride.

Verse 2.

She said, boy, will you spend your life
that I might give you love’s perfect rhyme
would you let it reign over you as it reigns over me?
Then let’s run our hands through this soil together
and set our roots before the wind
with stubborn hearts, we’ll stand
against the fiercest weather, we’ll see.

Verse 3.

Now I’m a rumbling mass
full of pure intention
a rapid river rolling toward the sea.
She’s like a riverboat ferry
bound for glory
with her breath in our sail
she whispers; we’ve been set free.

Her Breath in Our Sail, My Song Diary, words and music by Joejohn Black 1982