what do you want from me?

do you want the moon i keep in a purple jar or the map that i drew to my wishing star? do you want my laugh; the one that spills or the wildflowers spilling down my hills? do you want my sword; both rough and bright or my sleepy thoughts in the middle of night? my sky-sipped dreams? my earthly-sown song? or just someone who’ll stay a little long?

now, tell me truly; tell me sweet the way i dance down every street? or the way i hum without a reason, changing tune with in every season?

whatever it is; just say it plain! like a rainbow after an endless rain, i’ll pour it out; let it flow and be tell me, what do you want from me?