Were you listening

      Dancing words sit playing a game across lined
paper. One by one a letter is dissected.

       All that is placed here comes to a scream, halting
the voice long enough to cautiously chase a laughter.
Were you listening?

       Severe as the emotions can be in a loud room the
quiet spirit soars. Catching up to all that cracks the
surface. Hoping onto a sigh, the mind speaks a
memory.

        Jarring the jaw. Hearing the murmur that escapes
from deep within the paled soul. The words mean
nothing unless spoken. Yet still I find myself glued
closed.

        Lights hold the glow upon the eyes. The grasping
of blue through grays. Oh hold tight is the sigh that
exhales.

         Sending tight clenching. The grinding of teeth
and bouncing of limbs all in a jittery, flawless motion.
Ah the irony of the statement. Optical illusions,
trickery to hold fast upon those in this world.

          Still I step back. The difference of then and
now echo an eerie call in the wind.

          All sounds carry a love, a truth that I stand
clearly and freely chosen. If you are willing. A
friendship formed deep and true. Were you listening?

         Drawing closer still to the dream I hold dear.
Holding down the grateful smiles. Once more the
songs, the stories open the ears.

          Silently a dance is intertwining with the
memories. Still I am curious. The emptiness once
there now travelled long ago. The answers absorb
into their spaces. I hold high the hopes but low are
my expectations. For this I understand we all are
imperfect.

            Were you listening?
       
           Did you hear your name change the tones
in my voice? Did you listen to the question I asked
in your presence? Did the wind inside the whisper
tickle your mind, long enough to stir your curiosity
in a mystery of me?

          Are you listening now, dear friend?