Welcome to the Neighborhood

I heard you were coming through
You're in the neighborhood
And I so desperately want you.

I want you to come to my house
To sit at my table and eat
To rest in my room
To search out mysteries
To know your secrets
I want this to be your home.

So I look around
I see soft curves and sharp edges
I see dark places.
I can see where bright life can flow
And where the path of crimson red inspiration is blocked.

 I think I know what I have to do.

 I sneak to the deep depths of a dark sharp corner where I put my bed.
It's a mess.
I have to make it so you can rest.
But you're already there waiting for me.
You throw me a blanket and help me clean up and we talk and sleep.
I wake up and I panic.

I remember the curve up top where all the light is supposed to come in.
And I know some things need fixing
And I don't want you to leave.

So I rush up
I want to make sure the highest and prettiest places are perfect for you.

But you're already there when I arrive.
You're beaming on the couch, gazing at me, even with the dust on the coffee table and the skylight that needs cleaning.

Your smile makes all the dirt disappear and your voice washes every dirty mark.

But still I insist on running.
I move quickly from chamber to chamber anxiously.

 I'm desperately trying to fix all things broken and cracked.

And every time, there you are .

I finally stop because I'm breathless.
And there in front of me,
In the middle of my house is a feast.

You made it all and I don't remember ever telling you all of my favorite foods.
And you're holding a book.
I gasp.
My name is on the cover.
And I see the author and weep.

You dreamed this story. Every letter, exclamation point and question mark.

When I go low
When I fly high
When I try to fix the broken lights
You're there.
You had the key the whole time

I have finally opened the door
Here in my heart, your resting place.