All I can ask for

                Standing clear in a walkway. Holding onto a
tendril of raving art. The clarity of expressions explored,
displayed so highly. Yet here I am straining to see the
finished piece.

                 So opened is the meaning yet does anyone hear?

               Dancing in the groove of techno music,
I crank louder the vibrations that echo down to the
bones. A hope for laxity.

                A very well laid scent and no tracker to
approach. Indeed the words that demand a voice
are shushed behind closed eye lids.

               Careful I unfold the cracked layers to reveal
the sullen baby blues. Shh I whisper. Hold still long
enough to understand the emotional impact I am
trying my hardest to control.

              Oh my dear friend, I have stunned myself
with clear waves of silence. Back to the point of not
knowing if there is any way to help, to seek for
the hands to grasp me closer.

              Yes in some cases you will say, ah a testy  
time and step further into the shadows. Still, ha,
easy for you to do. Though that is opposite of
the need.

              Nevertheless the cravings of art explore
what cannot be said. The words find their place,
holding onto the laughter of simple pieces of
complexities. Ah though a very contradiction in itself.

            Indeed. I am an emotional, complex woman.
I ask though, would you change any part?

           A very theoretical question because I don't
expect you to read, much less understand any form
of this poem.

         So much for the demand of words, screaming in
mind. Now the eyes of storms fall closed for hopes
and dreams to find a way into the early morning
light.

         All I can ask for is a good night.