Hey there, where are you hiding?
Is it behind the daffodils and the lilies?
Is it behind cupboards or underneath tables?
Pssst! (whisper) Come out!
I just want to see your lovely face
Hear your lovely voice
Will I find you in a rundown tavern
Down a forgotten street in a forgotten town
Full of ramshackle cabins
And overgrown dried-up grass?
Will I find you in a roaring stadium
Full of post-pubescent rowdies
Watching post-pubescent heroes
Track mud and fling sweat up and down a gridiron?
Will I find you curled up on a bench
In a building full of wonder
Of shelves and shelves of dusty, musty old books
Holding words and worlds and our origins on their pages?
Psst! (whisper) Come out.
I need to see your lovely face
I need to hear your lovely voice
I’ve been searching for you
All the days of my being
O’er grass, o’er trees, and under rocks
In streams and through windows
On parapets on roofs
In nooks and crannies and clapboard houses
And seashells and seaglass
Traversing deserts and oceans and mountains and sky
I’m ready, my dear,
As ready as I’ll ever be
I’m finally here
I’ve finally found you