Low Spark

I wish I could be the spark
To start a dazzling flame
To reduce someone to ash
And never be the same

I wish I could be a muse
Who makes someone bemused
And play no games
But write poetry to my name

But I am still hidden
I am still unfound
Waiting for a thing unbidden
To set me unbound

Give me your melody
Give me your sounds
And I'll give you me
My words, profound

I hear the creak of a door
A giggle from the street
The tap on the cold floor
Of my stiff cold feet

I get lost in the world that's not mine
But I wish that there, I was confined
'Cause in reality I am caught
Yet no one sees my distraught

The same words over and over
Then me singing "Crimson and Clover"
The longing that I try to cover
Unleashed until the song is over

Am I hiding in the dark?
Or just turning to safety?
I don't want the ordinary
I want a phoenix to take me

Shatter me like a champagne bottle
Revel in my bubbling sparkle
Set me free, at last
From the bland broken glass

Turn me in circles
Give me your whispers
Sing me your passion
Let's burn into ashes

Let's flutter in the wind
Then get down from the high
I closed my eyes and grinned
Knowing that I could fly

With eyes closed
All the world dropped dead
But unlike Sylvia
I knew I made you up inside my head





*"Crimson and Clover" - Joan Jett (originally by Tommy James and The Shondells)
 Last stanza - inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl's Love Song"
 Low Spark - came from the song "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys" by Traffic
  This note - Why did I write it? Huh.