The Fountain

He sits low
In a shady grove
Where the trees arc slow
In the shape of you know
Marble stairwells waterfalls
Egrets heads and open arms
Whistling through his pensive teeth
The scene is set to peak
Like how the desert meets the reef
And steals the heart

Of the thief

She walks slow
Past the reach of home
In a western world
Far from the things she knows
Hanging gardens patterned walls
The books of Rilke orchestras
Motioning to the slow refrain
The soul is set to gain
Or swallow it whole

The causal chain

Of human loam

And as seasons go
Its a lot like this
He reasons for a look
And then a glance
To the path
Where she passed
From the page of a book
To a perch in the grass
As meetings go
Its a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path
To the edge of the page
Where she dared
To be asked
Whats in a name
What is your name

And if you let me know

I wont be alone

I wont be alone

And if you

Have the time to talk to me

I wont doubt you

And if I let you know

And if I let you know

I wont be alone

I wont be alone

And if you

And if you start to fall

Ill be here to catch you

Turning around he sighs
Will you sit next to me

Motioning forward
She replies
Will you walk next to me

I know my lines

Theres a lot less space
A little bit of time

I know the play

Its fine

Echoing herself she says
Will you walk close to me

Holding his smile
He replies
What more would you ask of me

I know my mind
And theres a lot less space
A little bit of time

I know the way

Its fine

And if you let me know

I wont be alone

I wont be alone

And if you

Have the time to talk to me

I wont doubt you

And if I let you know

And if I let you know

I wont be alone

I wont be alone

And if you

And if you start to fall

Ill be here to catch you

Hes wasting time

You gotta take it slow

May never get a chance like this

And she knows hes wasting time
And she loves the way he tries

Even though she knows the lines

Shes taking time

You gotta let things grow

May never have a chance like this

And he knows she takes her time
And he keeps along side
All hopes to keep along her side

And as seasons go
Its a lot like this
He reasons for a look
Then a glance
To the path
Where she passed
From the page of a book
To a perch in the grass
And as meetings go
Its a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path
To the edge of the page
Where she dared
To be asked
Whats in a name
What is your name