A response of inquiry

         Unwind the mind to see, to feel what beauty I'd
building. Scared for a moment, to take the steps, but I
must.

         Press forward. Holding onto a hope. Whatever it
takes I cling to what is there. Standing firm. Clearly
I am able to endure.

        Open your mind to me. Just the view has to be
enough. Yet, still it is not.

        Daring the springs to fall. Play their melody as
the time disappears. The fading of the day.

        Opening the ears. Listening to motions. Accessing
the intriguing bits of passing time.

        Clearly all can be held if want. Yet what is it exactly.
Hoping for a moment. Just to open as the memory
clearly rings true. The sighs that caress the wind. The
voice becomes stronger. Listening to the whispers of
the remaining leaves, the branches. Hearing the songs
of childhood sing loudly.

       Oh step back. Drift far behind yet not afraid of
retracing steps. Smiling from what has been placed
here. The toned words, the seasoned expressions.
I hold strong. I prepare.

       So much falls between blues and greens but
sometimes no words echo. Not silent just reading.

        Thoughts sound off yet still I am dancing,
swaying.

        Softest of nods grow deep within. Hoping a
glance of freedom and still the steps are hesitant.

        Oh press me forward. Hold, cling, push me closer.
Staying still long enough to see if any response. The
words just keep opening, keep finding their marks
on paper.

      The scratchings of pencil to parchment. The etchings
for time to hold a kiss. Shush just to listen to the
air released between each letter.

      So clear is the time. Watching the motions. Here,
listing a mountain of importances. Instances that just
sigh "oh" into the morning breeze.

      The breaths between each stanza is ever
shattering. Cracking down the barriers. Dare you to
ask questions, learn of who I am.

     Yes the thoughts pour from mind to parchment.
Whether they make sense by themselves or rolled into
a nice package, I do not know. I only hope in the end,
finished project reads profound.

    Until the crawling need to sigh a voice the whispers
are going to maintain the airtight gasps. Entering the
views of decadent memories. The moments of pure
joy, the voices of dancing happiness.

     Staying still for the response yet the soul has to be
in motion. The mind awaits but begins new dreams
upon layered petals.

      Oh how the lyrics find a deep emotion, breaking.
The spirit shines the radiance of beautiful coppery
strokes of red and daring ever-changing blue steels.
A small smile decorates and enthralls all to know the
changes.

     I say, dare you ask, inquire.