When will I hear your first question

  Let me describe to you all the
things that build my heart. One small
journey you may want to trip along.

   A kind bit of laughter, love and
kindness. The journey of my sadness
and my trials. Still express the
concern of my love, of my life.

   A dare of sorts to look passed
the red tresses, the startling blue
gray eyes and the sounds of lowly
whispers. The entire placed stare.

   Yes an invitation to be bold and
ask questions of those things you
long to know, yet curiosity yanks
you here. Halted.

   So many parts of me want to just
disregard all into thin air. Yet
proprietary begs a differ. The
upbringing finds a deep root and
the free dreamer becomes silent.

   So what of my heart? What of those
destinations that spread wide and
beckon the blue grays to melt to
sea foam or violets? Ah indeed these
special rare tenders find a hope.

   Dare I be for letting go a few of
my hopes, my dreams. Yes. Those I
only unwind inside a sparingly few
conversations. Tidbits of who I am.

    Indeed the waves of color that
grace my paleness only enhances the
softest of giggles inside of me. So
animated I become once people
want to know me, want to learn
who I am.

      Though still I cower in the sunlight.
Oh not because of shame or self
pity. No. Much because I am not
wanting to be vibrant. I don't want
to be seen above what I am.

     No source of vanity dare I ask
of not even that of admirers. I only
hope to fulfill dreams, hopes. Perhaps
the range of silliness but most of
me sees reality of possibilities. 

    In those moments I shine from
radiance of the smallest smile,
twinkle in the eyes. A slight change
of newly released joy.

    Seemingly so carefree I am yet so
very careful I tread. Not wanting
to expand the talents nor hobbies
passed what they are.

     Strange some may deduce me to
be. Yet fame, fortune and possessions
galore do not entice me. The glory does
not flash before me. I have seen
what it does, what happens to those
who fall prey. No.

     So this I only glance across the
time, the hope someone out there
does want to know what is upon my
heart. They do want to experience
me. Not just the outer appearance
but that of the wholeness of me.

    So I inquire, are you and when
will I hear your first question?