Well and Now

Allow me to fold in front of you
Color the creases on the paper and the lines upon my chair
Let me tell you the secret only meant for your ears
From my heart straight to your ears
Covered lightly by your hair.

I do not ask for much, I swear
Simply a chance to prove I'm worthy, a self-assessed confirmation
From a diner to a swing-set,
From a night, under raindrops,
My heavy-hearted inspiration
As we dance along the rooftops.

I ask for a night in your gentle hands,
For the glimmer of a moonlit eye
As if you're contemplating what to buy,
Though you know you own the store.

I ask thee, are you the spark your father asked for?
The spark I now am looking for
To illuminate the night and open the door,
As I end a pursuit in hope for more
There are secrets I must implore
"Are you the spark I'm looking for?"

But alas, I cannot cut corners
Away I go from you with fear
Held back by burdened over thought
When simplicity draws our lines and draws near.

I shall not learn the secrets of the apple's core
Without biting away the skin
Are you the spark I'm looking for?
And where shall I begin?

At her face, I suppose
Where her smile is perched like a tired bird
Moving slowly and smoothly with every word
As if half of what she says she really means
And the other half is half-assured.

Are you the dark haired girl I grew young with?
Dancing summers away to another's tune?
Have you changed at all in any way,
Become more with the god I've given you,
On the pedestal that I wrote for you,
And like patrons to a brilliant statue
You are now blinded by my views.

Are you caught up with the masses?
Has your drum corrected time-
To lock in with the tapping
Of the raindrops and the knocking,
Knocking upon your door.

Are you the spark I'm looking for?
Where the sound lies and the words make sense,
For the spark to light the poet's flame,
I've searched my desk for the distant sound,
The plaintive sound,
The hopeful sound,
I've searched for years for the simple sound:
The sound that calls your name.

And when you hear it you will know.
And I will ask you and you'll know.
Upon diners, upon swing-sets,
Upon the gentle snow.

We'll throw snowballs at each other,
And sing harmonies with one another,
And as the piano plays and our fingers thaw,
I know we both will know.

You are the spark I'm looking for,
The dark haired girl I'm looking for,
And together we'll drift of slowly, love
And wake up on the shore.