Smithy Man

My smithy man's a wave at sea

Crashing, churning over me

He fills me up and wraps me round

And lifts my feet up off the ground

He pulls me from the rocky shore

To toss me, blissful, tumbling o'er

My feeble frame, though spent, begs more

As he breathes life into my core

My smithy man's an artist's soul

Raw beauty traced in lines of coal

His arms, the strength of iron bands

Yet life is coaxed with tender hands

From copper shapes a feathered bird

Weaves poetry without a word

Sweet heaven, how my life began

When first I had my smithy man