I’ll be the fog if you’ll be San Francisco

I’ll be the fog if you’ll be San Francisco.

   I’ll be the lighthouse if you’ll be the reef.
I’ll be the glitter ball if you’ll be Disco.
   I’ll be your treasure if you’ll be my thief.
I’ll be the beach if you’ll be the vacation.
   I’ll be your lamb if you’ll be my Bopeep.
I’ll be the grief if you’ll be consolation.
   I’ll be your dream if you’ll just be my sleep.
I’ll be the fulcrum if you’ll be the lever.
   I’ll be your bargain if you’ll be my store.
I’ll be your now if you’ll be my forever.
   I’ll be your ocean if you’ll be my shore.
      And if those choices feel too limiting?
      Be nothing—and I’ll be your everything.

 

Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells