Calmed of grandeur

               Ah dust off, get up and move on. Stand strong
in the midst of hurt. Sending chills of ick while I
struggle to maintain positive notes of how hopes pull.

               So clear it is that I listen. Backing up against
the wall I come crashing down. Serving only the distance,
a greater friend.

              Calm is the emotion. All dried are the obvious
rages. Granted is the knowledge when needed, found
I will be.

              Get up. Be strong. Carry forward even though
the steps are scrapped by defined sharpness. Ah
surprisingly the necessity becomes an echoing cynical
Laughter.

             How though did the expectation not prove to
be alternate? Ah to be known.

              Sending myself into a whirlwind of
disapppointment. How though could all have been
halted from the beginning? Hmm caution.

             So much clarity that the both ends of the
stream demanded and the river exploded. Now as
always the choice, discovered. One always torn.

             Why bother? Indeed the right point chills
its answer before all. The common bond of love.
Still one is much stronger than the pursuit. Such
a surprise at how much is recognized.

            Still the loss drives deep but digs an even
more substantial piece of the puzzle. One by one
the days open upon a new knowledge, a new hope.

          So here is the grandness of the reality.
The positive clue that triggers the words to approve.

           Dare to inquire the mind clears all. Allowing
the joy to be seated clinging to all that is possible.

        So true. Now though the question is when.

          Empty the morning into the darkness of the
evening. I say enjoy. I say be safe, stay clear of
danger. Yet what is that ?

         Shh. The need for the best of all and still my
laughter rolls down the wind. Here, a hug for you
because I think you may just want it.

        Enter the early morning light, into realization
that a wait is always available. Yet though is it
necessary or does that give the joy in bounce of
having both ends of the stream meeting into the
circle of an expansive lake?

      Necessity or just the grandness of being able
to have all without hesitation?

     Ah I cradle the pillow as I fall alseep one more
time. Hoping that the need of views will demand
a voice. Until then only dreams will hold me,
cling the warmth is so much long for.

     A tiny whisper sent among the breeze. Listen
you may just hold the answer inside.