Leaning

       I want to ask: do you still find yourself standing
outside? Looking out yet hestitant in motivating
soul to press against the sky?

       I did at first. Yet know this: the first steps are
the hardest.

       Oh lean out. Feel the breeze pull across your
soul. Lean. Absorb the softness of a kiss. Brushing
over your senses. Are you leaning? Learning?

       Listen to your sister. Hold quietly as rumbling
noises fall into greens and blues. Just the moment to
leap. Gaining the lesson that is about me.

       Understand how much the words fall upon my
eyelids. Caressing the open space in my mind. No
such thing as senses until the completion stands
motionless.

       Here, are you leaning? Reading the words that
settle into your rows of imaginary lines? Are you
calm with entering my thoughts for a short time?

       Ah how I want to hug still I see no one. Not
normal yet not stretched. No typical verses to be
expresses just the page turning volumes that split
hairs. (That is if you have any)

      Oh if you had a choice to include me via my
name would you? Would I be listed anywhere in the
current chapters of your lastest book? Or would I be
the hindsight you want washed away?

     Silly how questions just fall out, isn't it? Still I
am vocal about asking across the electronics but a
face to face conversation would halt every last drop
of courage.

    Still a push heard. A soft cry stated. A gentle kiss
given inside a dream, a hope. To recall to make a
new memory. All stands tall. Are you with me?

    Still are you seated or are you leaning into the
solid walls? Ah do I wonder? Of course curiosity is
everywhere yet patiently I wait for your response.

   Oh just one voice. Several words caught inside a
choked throat. Singled out to stand in brilliant lights
of baby blues. I will lean out to listen if you are
entering and asking.

   Still are you leaning and listening too? Observing
the details of change in this moment?

    Hope always. Dream for now. Love. Laugh and
hold high for answers of that I am curious. Perhaps
it is there, leaning over listening.