Loss of a halved memory

                 Slow bits of a new day enter the hour. Here I
crave a single hello but all I see is blank pages. Dancing
across the wavered memory I find myself searching,
hoping that a dream is reality.

                 Not a whirlwind imagination finding unravelled
yarn, silk talking to the breeze. Oh hear me when I
say my breath. Listen to the gasps in the closed spaces
of time. Understand the peaks of sensitivity in my
voice.

              Indeed the limits are timeless. Falling all
around as the coolness finds a pale pathway. So
clear is the reason yet I don't even find a moment
to press into an empty hand.

              Here I hold onto songs of memorizing
jasmine tangling into vanilla and shea. Oh so softly
the goose bumps fade and the giggling begins. Such
a quirky space where volumes of me scream for
a view.

              Inside this tiny smirk lays a hope. One that
opens opportunities, if anyone is listening. Oh
slowly I find myself listening, waiting and
gathering all that is a part of the travelling.

             Indeed I embrace the necessity of all
there is. Though I don't ever want the greed or
pride to enter my lungs. No a silent moment of
yes. Whispered. Understood.

             To ask is unclear but to read is found. The
eyes find the depth and open into the air. Yes
I hope, I pray for rattling to cease and a binding
tie caressed.

             Perhaps a daring motion but I shall
entertain one more, if I may. Indeed a shrinking
value of emotion but millions of pieces of spark
cover my soul. Ah and you inquire of the spirit?

            Yes a strength is found. Whether heard
by others, embraced by a need or fought by a
changing array of colors I still hope a word is
not bitterly exchanged.

            So dear friend, find in this cofusion the
bottom line. I am cautious of the layers of sensitivity
express. I am grateful for what opportunities are
given but can any be demanded?

            No not of me, nor from me. I ask of your
commands, of your minding loss of sensitivity. Does it
exist or am I just a silly one hoping for more with
emptiness?

           Ah. Inhale, exhale. Once more the warmth
gathers before a grand white canvas. Speckled sprays
of cuteness echo. Ah ha indeed I am what I am.
Radiant and shy. Vibrant and mysterious.

          Do you dare to wonder, ask for a moment?

                I smile as I finally say good night in the midst
of hot and cold. A game of fine bits of fire. Indeed
yes I am all in.

         Smiling deep. Do you feel it?