Sean Redenbaugh

Poetry

I Want To Be

I want to be the one you callWhen nothing seems to go your wayI want to catch you when you fallAnd lift you from the disarray

I want to be the perfect sightThat steals your gentle breath awayI want to shield you from the nightAnd fill you with the light of day

I want to be the endless springThat pushes winter back in timeI want to be the one to bringA higher level of sublime

I want to be your soon to comeI want to be your pastI want to be your only oneI want to be your first and last