Words posted

              Words that empty far between the lines. So clear
are the way the description is formed. Does it sting?
Oh sometimes. Alas I have to allow the melody to enthrall
my senses. The necessity to be slow and cautious as the
letters unfold into the wind.

              Softly they are whispered in a sigh. Was anyone
listening? I dare not ask.

              There are those who speak, who seek yet don't
really listen to the uneven breaths cracking inside the
moment. The hidden tears that form a glaze over
stormy steel.

           Here, I am, being steady. Preparing the calmness
as the heart moves rapidly. The irony in laughter that
just falls. Still the breeze pulls at copper strands,
enticing a dance to commence.

        Alas the ever gentle desire of a hello sits knocking
at my mind. Do I say a word? No. The trees whisper
a dream and the leaves tickle the highlights. Calming
me from a river of tears into a smallness of a smirk.

        Dare I dream big? Oh no day by day is the hope.
One more moment to exhale. The dance that laughs at
those who thought they knew.

        Hmm. The opened doorway stands yet who is
brave enough to knock, let alone inquire. Ah words
slip to hear the pins drop. Rings clatter to the floor
as the hope bounds through a tiny peephole.

        One more day I sing inside, joy leaping but only
viewed inside a gleaming tear that escapes almond
corners.

       Dare you inquire, the only answer, words you may
recieve is "fine". For words are just words. Warmth is
pursued in gestures of kindness. Not materials nor in
letters.

      Felt. Sincere. Always understood.

                  Dare you inquire and add to the moment.