Right on Time

Where are you, my love?
Where’s your calming hand?
Where’s your vibrant hair,
and the scent you wear?
What does life have planned?

Are you hiding in a warm, woolen coat,
shielded from the bitter wind?
Am I looking for a lover
when I truly need a friend?

Who are you, my love?
Do you act as I,
or are you wild and loose?
Will you try to seduce
me? Or are you shy
and scared
like me?

Come quickly, my love!
I’m ready for you.
Don’t fall behind.

Please, be a dreamer,
achiever, too.
Teach me to party
and dance like you.

Tempt me and taunt me,
Persuade and parade me
around for your friends to see
that our love is true,
and right,
and real…
so real.

Are you real, my love?
Are you flesh and bone
or are song and rhyme
all I’ll have in time?
Am I destined to be alone?

Never home and always working.
No one’s lover, just a friend:
simp’ly there,
ever true,
all too fair.
Where are you?

Where are you, my love?
Have I just been blind,
glancing at my watch?
It’s just like me to botch
what fate has in mind.

I’m far too young for all these questions,
all this worry, doubt, and fear!
It’s not like you hold all the answers,
so who cares if our path’s not clear?

I’ll stop checking my watch
and trust that you are,
naturally,
right on time.