Are you companion or keeper, or neither of those things?
If my spirit should settle on the palm of your hand,
Would you seize it, entrap me, as part of your plan?
Would you take me and own me and lock me away,
Or would you free me, empower me, so I can choose to stay?
What would you do with me?
I am an entertainer it�s true,
Capable of evoking extremes within you,
But would you cage me and cast me, centre stage in your play,
A matinee idol, your king for the day?
Or would you cherish my freedom with its tethers withdrawn,
Shine your light as a guide when my road becomes worn?
Will we fly under the magic of twilight�s gaze?
In the freshness of morning and on sun-warmed days?
And when night lays its� blanket on our earth bound forms,
Will we dance in our passion, with our spirits reborn?
Tell me, my sweet, your level of need,
Is it love and to be loved, or is it just greed?
Was our meeting to be just a moment in time?
Or were we destined to be forever entwined?
Are you companion or keeper? That is my thought,
For I have to give freely and cannot be bought.
The question is posed, the flame yet to be fanned
And the answer, my sweet, lies there in your hand.
