The Quiet Man

I want to be the quiet man
The quiet man,
Behind the extraordinary lady that you are
I want to be that quiet man.

I want to lay back and watch
As you wreck havoc
By the mere stroke of your pen
Or a blazing thought.
Through which you wreck havoc,
The much needed one,
To break the monotiny
To give us something to feed on.

And as you get tired,
And need someone to fall back on,
I want to be there to hold on,
Silently watching,
Like the quietness of the dawn.
I want to be that quiet man.

You and I,
We're so different,
You're a raging hurricane,
Ready to take the world on,
And I'm a pensive observer,
Trying to decipher the world,
Sitting in a lawn.

But there is a lull before every storm,
During which it gathers strength,
I want to be that lull,
I want to be that quiet man.

You'd go to places,
For travelling fills your soul,
Enriches your eyes,
Mystifies your soul.
I want to follow you- quietly,
Without a word,
And watch you utter magic,
Through your eyes
And when they look for another pair- to share
I want to be there.
I want to be that quiet man.

You have seen paradise
And you have seen ghosts
Of your past and present
That you silently bore
But every once in a while
When tides recede from the shore
And they tend to take you away
I want to firmly hold your hand
I want to be that quiet man.

You'd climb ladders
You'd move mountains
You'd steal the limelight
All by yourself.
But every once in a while
When you wish to disappear,
And hibernate
I want to be the blanket you wear
I want to be that quiet man.

When you finally reach the pinnacle
The summit, the vantage point
When the voyage you're borne for concludes,
I want to stand amongst the onlookers
And quietly revel the moment,
I want to be the common man
I want to be that quiet man.

I want to tell your tale to the world
Of your unfathomable beauty
Of your unquenchable desire
Of your unending pain
I want to pen them down, and show to the world,
That you're indeed a hurricane.
That colossal back, that strand of hair,
The mole on your cheek and the one beneath your chin,
I want to kiss you there
And everywhere else akin;
And take you home for this life.

They would know you, but not me
For they know the person and not the shadow,
I want to live within your shadows
I just want to be the quiet man.