a talk of words

A will of words. The creeping of the sentences that
quake inside mind. How simple it all seems at first but
then exiting the soul to paper they explode. How does
that happen?

How do I allow the echoes of memories to trickle down
deep inside to the core? Where all is lost but one face,
one sound that makes all seem to be a fading tune.

It is like dancing around with paleness against
darkest black. A silent whisper that beckons a talk. A
want to just absorb deeply into the room.

So here I wonder about what the next time is bringing.
How the goodness oozes out all the emptiness inside.
Hoping no longer holding what was there.

Still a moment where a face is there. A smile that
makes chills crawl down my back. Ah how........

Just need to let go.

The ways of my will. The ways I strive to push away.
How I look away and enter a forward motion. Still
how does the right letters fall down the correct
pathways.

Just tear away the harsh breathing. Holding tight to
the pressure that hits hard inside temples. Just send
the fingers down the arm, for what? A moment to
watch in silence my own reaction.

Dare the will I hold so strongly be broken? Dare the
distance I travelled to escape all that was before,
worth anything? Dare I believe that?

Would you?

How could anyone be anything but the loose cannon
so many speak of? Still am I? No. Just allowing all that
would cause an affect my choices be deepened
within soul. The entertaining moment of all that I
have been wanting to say yet cannot.

Would you listen?

Oh a scream in the darkness. The itch that begs for
a smooth scratching. Enter my domain long enough
to give that glimpse of who I am. Dare you go any
further? Dare you wonder out of curiosity of who I
am? Dare you to want to ask me questions?

Would you answer?

I have no slight idea of the conclusion of that
question. To listen is the easiest way to absorb
what is there. So here I am seated in black, right
shoulder exposed. Chilling from every growing
coldness seeping inside through doors and cracks
in window frames.

Could you see that image in your mind? Draw a
memory and hold fast to the scene.

Softly I whimper. Trying so hard to ease off a thought.
Just breathe. All I can remember to do in times
such as these. Sitting. Waiting.

Dare there be anything else for me?

Would you care for me once more? Just for a
minute or two?

Smile my dearie for I know I am looking forward to
another day where the views of swirling greens, grays
and blues come full circle. Where the paleness
no longer looks rough but every bit of softness you
hoped it to be.

Yes I hear. Yes I understand. Only time will tell.

A freckled smile spreads across face leaving laugh
lines for a few seconds more. I loved. I hoped. I cared.
One day will be mine, time will tell, yes?