Hopes, Dreams of a night close

           Why won't the mind shut down? Erupting into
the stretches of a wandering dream. Here I hold onto
a hope yet I drive the wedge of sarcastic laughter to
echo throughout my soul.

           Deepened by the torn bits of a memory. Yet one
more to place behind me. The long day has struck an
emotional chord down the distant tunnel.

           The cries of a dream. I fade into the evening
darkened sky. So clear is the weight of the underlining.
Still what does it matter when my eyes are dried?

         How can anyone grasp what is echoing inside
my mind, throbbing inside my lungs? Still the
ever closing throat tightens as I reach for more air.

         Oh the possibilities unfold as the size of the
moment becomes extravagant. So much clarity rings
throughout the spirit and still something is searching.

        Oh yes the hope of the mind to cease. Finding the
riptide course and being carried away. Depth soaring
as the view of reality becomes hindsight.

        Indeed the bittersweet day became an egotistical
night. The pressures of screaming finding it's home
within the already sensitive emotions.

       So choked I am by what descends upon the area.
Does the hope die? No. Just placed, once more, where
non importance remains ~ on the back burner.

        So much wonder has found the bits and pieces of
joy inside these glimpses of sarcasm. They, whoever
find parts, shake with such grand excitement. Here I
watch as a level of firmness finds them simple.

        No need to gasp. Just hold onto my bit of
happiness. The one tiny speck of dust that is
mine to claim. So clear is the hope driven deep
inside me.

       Dare I even attempt to give any clues to any
part of me? Oh no. So much of me has been seen and
now I pray some keeps closed for destroyed I
could become. All because someone played a fine
tuning upon my mind, my spirit and broke my
soul into pieces.

       So I ask now, do I keep quiet? How do I stay silent
inside? Keeping my words to just the eyes, the spirit
and the mind of those who are sincere?

        Oh I do not try to understand who they may be.
I just want to talk. I just want my voice, the new
sounds I have found, to open and be joyous. Yet
still caution is thrown into the camera lighting.

       Dare I ask for help? Maybe but what exactly am
I asking for? A waltz begins. The melody of instruments
sway the soul to calm. Entertaining the mind with softer,
joyful views of laughter, of friendship.

       Yet, though my sibling, what of love? What of the
bond described? Where does that begin inside an
ever growing, powerful circle?

        So here is the remaining parts of a lasting hope.
Pieces I find small details to. I find clear outlines
of the way things are to go but I cannot rely on myself
for any part of understanding.

         So clearly so many pieces inside my thoughts are
vibrating. Bittersweets are more shocking than that of
the last.

         I sigh in only finding, at last, peace in my solitude.
Searching for only the new possibilities.

         Whether, though, dear friend you want to be
a part or even included is upon your conscience. I cannot
give you the answrs to the questions that sit upon your mind.
Yet, though I can only hope, dream and pray that
dearly you want a part.

          Oh the sigh of long exhales pause as the writings are
concluding and the shutdown, was more of a
conversation to all and one.

         So now I await for the mind to ease, the breath
to relax and the soul to weaken. Oh how the shoulders
of tension disappears and the jaw loosens.

         Yes conversation kept silent. All can be damaging.
So now the moonlight skies beg for the biggest
yawns and the lengthly stretches. So here I come,
drawing tightly the arms, legs into a ball. Decorating
the lounge chair with red chenille and a pale, freckled
form. Indeed the busiest parts of the ramblings
have come to close. The mind settles and the soul is
rejoicing. A kind good night echoes. Who, though,
heard?

         The words whispered, were you listening, my
dearest friend?