He Wants

He wants
More than a blind companion
To live his life
With reckless abandon
And he wants
A maiden less fair
Autumn leaves in my hair
Parallel to his own feeling
To leave her flailing
For his glance and by chance
He wants only his dream
And he wants you as you breathe
And he wants you to magically be
What he wants
He wants
The hush of new, fallen snow in June
Frozen tulips, ripe to bloom
He wants
A lover beside him
Who knows not to want for more
Standing outside his door
His poison in his wine
So he cracks a pageless spine
To forget and forgive all
That he wants only his dream
And he wants you as you breathe
And he wants you to magically be
What he wants
The guilded Rockwell ad grandfather’s pipe
Or to drink the water of new life
He wants only his dream
And he wants you as you breathe
And he wants you to magically be
What he wants
And he wants us to play his game
And he wants us to be the game
And he wants us to play his game
And he wants us to be the same.