Shouting rain

                The depth of shouting rain, pouring deafening
across my face. Oh wash away the tears. Drag the emotions
into silence.

                Hope so clearly yet the breath is exhausting.
Oh so cool I remain. One more step forward I seek.
Finding, fighting yet clinging all that I know is true.

                Still would anyone have seen? Alas a reminder
of a coy moment. Distance takes a stroll and brings
me to my knees. So carefully the icy stabs fade.

                Slowly the words echo in a long alley.
Still I stand firmly above. Walking. Hoping.
Enduring.

                Alas you inquire what, and I smile.
Holding back the all but a blush. Still I think, I
wonder. All in right to just be curious, to smirk
but hold all inside until it fades.

              Soft watery blue trickles into steamy
grays. A silence that waves more than any words.
The layers of sighs. Oh how clear the air becomes.
So sure of the way it should be.

               Still is it wrong to dream?

           Dare I be bold? Dare I investigate?
Ah no. My ramblings are enough. My poems strike
right where they need to be. To hope that depth
isn't seen, that the answers are corrected and
given a home.

         Indeed a bit of time finds me. A tiny
glimpse inside my mind, what shall be found?
Clearing away the webs and the blinding fog.
Once more the voice is found. Step into step.

       Oh how, now, an exhale begins and my
emotions are buried. Stinging me so but
strengthening me as well. So cautious and yet
so open.

         Would any of me seem different?

     How I bother to ask. Such silliness. Indeed
a moment to appeal, to beg. For me ~ I would dare
to dream.

      Shh. I say. There is no deepening of the
coverage. Just that of a sheer gauze to sterilize
the wound. Indeed I heal. I remark upon the necessity
of my course.

             Will I stumble? Oh yes. Yet I get back up.

      So the concern over the meaning, the inquiry of
where this is coming from ~ look no deeper
than that of plastic. Just balanced into a whirlwind
of colors, of emotions, of love.. just remember I
love. I care. I hope. I dream.

       I. Well I gained the smallest of movement and
now it is your turn.

           What will be given besides love?