Kindling

I sit and watch the kindling as the wind just has its way
The sparks are trying very hard to jump into a flame
Its just waiting for that point in time when three things are the
same
The wind is calm, a spark is drawn and the dry wood fires the
dream.

Its you who is my Kind-little-thing, as my spirit has his way
Its my heart thats trying very hard to hold on to your name
I'm waiting for the point in time when three things are the same
My spirits calm, my heart is warm and you can fan the flame.

Its you I spend the time with, cos its with you I want to be
Not because I'm lonely but because I love your company
Its true you are my Number one, and in my confusions this I know
That only taking time with you, will help the rifts within my soul.