The Fountain
He sits low, in a shady groveWhere the trees arc slow, in the shape of 'you know'Marble stairwells, waterfalls, egrets' heads and open armsWhistling through his pensive teeth, the scene is set to peakLike how the desert meets the reefAnd steals the heart -- of the thief
She walks slow, past the reach of homeIn a Western World, far from the things she knowsHanging gardens, patterned walls, the books of Rilke, orchestrasMotioning to the slow refrain, the soul is set to gainOr swallow it wholeThe causal chain -- of human loam.
And as seasons go, it's a lot like thisHe reasons for a look, then a glanceTo the path, where she passedFrom the page of a book, to a perch in the grassAnd as meetings go, it's a lot like thisShe tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the pageWhere she dared -- to be askedWhat's in a name?What is your name?
And if you let me knowI won't be alone, I won't be aloneAnd if you have the time to talk to meI won't doubt youAnd if I let you knowI won't be alone, I won't be aloneAnd if you start to fallI'll 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, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time""I know the play--it's 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 there's a lot less space and a little bit of time""I know the way -- It's fine."
He's wasting time, you gotta take it slowMay never get a chance like thisAnd she knows he's wasting timeAnd she loves the way he triesEven though she knows the linesShe's taking time, you gotta let things growMay never have a chance like thisAnd he knows she takes her timeAnd he keeps along her sideAll hopes to keep along her side.