I tended flames on rocky shores
Counted ships and slammed the doors
Now I watch from weathered porch
Where the greenhouse drinks the torch
Sun hits glass and wakes the green
Sweetest light I've ever seen
Tomato vines climb wooden beam
Morning lives in attic dream
She moves quiet between the rows
Dirt beneath her fingernails shows
Water can tips, silver arc
Feeds the roots before the dark
Sun hits glass and wakes the green
Sweetest light I've ever seen
Tomato vines climb wooden beam
Morning lives in attic dream
Condensation beads and runs
Like the tide when day is done
Leaves turn upward, catch the gold
Stories that the glass has told
Sun hits glass and wakes the green
Sweetest light I've ever seen
Tomato vines climb wooden beam
Morning lives in attic dream
I knew the language of the beam
Flash and pause, a coded seam
Now I read it in the leaves
How the morning sun receives
Rusted hinge sings when she enters
Salt air mixed with tomato centers
I raise my mug, she lifts her hand
Two keepers tending different land
Sun hits glass and wakes the green
Sweetest light I've ever seen
Tomato vines climb wooden beam
Morning lives in attic dream
Glass holds the morning light
Keeper rests through the night
