Silent opening

     I open my mouth to say words but all that exits are
tiny squeeks of air. Oh Jehovah the halting of a
voice only enhances the echoing pain inside my
chest.

    Softly the whispers are heard. The mind says so
much but only gasps for air vibrate throughout my
soul, deeply rooting inside my spirit.

    Still here the breath does mean something. Once,
long ago, appreciation was not there. The sacred
parts of life was wide open for all those to tear
apart.

    So much has been changed. So much is emptied
into the midnight oiled light. The sighs, the whimpers,
the worries and the excitement. One by one the
plates turn and the switches are radiating.

   Oh how sure I am to the silence. The inhale of
the beauty in a deepness of navy and gentlest tug
of joy skirts around my ankles.

   Such a moment to treasure. A hope that lies waiting
for the next trivial tastings of wonder. The voice
has been crackling since the first step but here lays
down the moment of truth. Yes I listened, did you?

   So now here I am aqua film covers paleness and
thoughts shiver down my spine as sleepiness takes
control of the erratic wayward coach. Ah leading
the next day with a possibility of genuine hope
and love.

   Perhaps today was just the day to stay observing.
Speechless for the typing conversations to stun.
Words that have little resolution take leaps and
bounds. Indeed I was listening, weren't you?

   For now the voice opens and a lightness follows
throughout the opened treeline. Sending a slight
message of pure happiness. Did you see it? Did
you hear it? Can you feel the emotions shared?

  Ah yes all is there, curious to the why yet shy to
the answers below. Distance seems to travel at
snail pace. Hmm only long enough for me to gain
patience and love.

   So here my cornflower blues become raging
grays. Hmm. The notes to follow echo tiny whispers.
Being still as I allow sleep to overtake me. Just say
good night.

   Good night dear friend.