Elucidating Questions

The calm breeze brings wishes through the air like seeds blown as the magic twists between on the day of fire, during the month of perhaps.

It’s not the metal that flies it is the beginning of next spring in preparation, before and after.

Pieces of dreams falling as they fly through the sky, trying to fit into places.

Promises of tomorrow for the ground, the plants.

Standing under the trees that provide a moment of rest, seeing the small drops of life in the continuing life of the grass.

Things often unnoticed, filling a colour everyone has already seen,

But there has never been a flaw, on the earth of blue and green.

The white swirls that are not here, but elsewhere, the expanse of the sky.

Standing in the breezes as the wishes fly.

The wind blows and it matters to me.

The feeling on the lips covered to hide any accidental lies unmeant.

The sweeping wings that catch the wind as they flow to the ground in interest of needs, accidentally provided.

The walking away, the first monarch of the season flew past.

Seeing the new and the older, the wild on threads.

They pass by, doing as they do, being as they are.

The twitch of the lack of sleep or the the too much stress.

Didn’t take any oaths, but the hallways still led to darkness for too long.

This lack of sleep that causes the world to feel distant, even when present.

Feeling through a thick fog, while trying to find something to feel.

It’s a smile that stops me in my tracks regardless, a face I search for in every crowd.

Every chance that someone could be you, every chance.

A warmth at my back I can explain, and so many things I cannot.

Actions and words that didn’t quite match up as reality bled away into coincidences and the impossible.

Trying to do it from a step back and hope it still feels or hope you felt it to start.

Trying to hear the pieces of dreams to find an answer that would fit.

Closing the eyes to make it dark so that maybe the waves can find your heart.

The wandering dreams that fall with each word and action.

So far away from where I wanted to be now, that’s the connection to the words, I find them everywhere.

The echo.

If the butterfly’s wings wave so far away, in a never ending prayer that continues every day,

Is the effect known or seen the farther away?

Saw fear of the future and tried to continue to make the days following better.

Dropped when everyone around started turning around.

I see the author and the guide, refusing to sing words that don’t mean what it means.

Not knowing how to convey, exactly what you want to hear.

The next moment I could stumble and it may not be what is needed.

Or wanted,

And I…

All I want is for you to have a reason to smile.

Will you please tell me what I can do to make it all up to you?

People do kind things, some yell at you for no reason, some are kind in strange ways.

Some are indifferent to things that should bring joy and gratitude,

Some refuse to admit when they make mistakes.

Some are good, just because they are.

Can you prove that love exists when sitting alone in a box with things?

The answer isn’t as simple as the pieces of people in the pages or on the screens or in the paintings or on the vases,

The creation of the representation better for behind closed doors where thoughts flow and emotions are not on trial.

The proof of love can only be seen, observed, must be noted to be put down in pages.

Producing love from nothing, the insurmountable task of continuing it or else.

Or the question may never be answered outloud.

How I wish I could be answered aloud, the question I stopped answering.

It doesn’t mean it’s not there, it means it hurts.

The absence of it is not the proof of it not existing but it existing in a state than cannot be conveyed.

Words are not enough. They will never be enough.

If they come out they may hurt and I can’t do it, can’t do it anymore. Thought it was wanted, I was wrong.

In one’s own falling, over and over,

The words

It hurts so much, like a stone in my chest that beats off time and I try so hard to find something else, something with feeling.

The stone hurts, the stone weighs, it was wings once.

I am weak, I am the one who loses sleep, I am the one who heard a call without hearing it to stand up as that silent majority.

Do you want to hear me?

Do you hear what the awakening suddenly causes?

Catch the link and slow down, because I did what was posited I rushed and ran and did everything I could to cause something different

And it didn’t matter, and no one stood up with me.

Crying for change while covering the hand of the screaming.

It feels like I will never matter, the songs that will never be sung.

So start, and run, as I did, and burn as they watch and never hold out a hand.

Or take it slow and try to remember that you are a light that should never fade out, that it matters.

You’ll matter if you have people who love you and think you matter.

I am the one sacrifice that was made for no reason other than to try something.

I suppose I should have heard my own warning

That there was an order to feed the machine,

And that I didn’t realise I was following it.

They’ll all watch.

They won’t hear me.

But they’ll hear anyone else,

I am merely the false pretenses of thinking I was on the right track.

Someone else will do better, there is always someone better.

What did they actually want from me I wonder?

I truly believe every person should be content,

Contentment that has some good to make it brighter.

Things can’t be good all the time every day, but it’s harder to do the opposite, in this grass is greener.

Of course all people have it, the thing dragging them down. When you say it outloud,

When you say it outloud, I hope they hear you and stand by you and believe your words.

The thing they should let go of, and validation that they can or someone will help them when they can’t stand.

When the pain is expressed I hope they don’t silence you, and tell you you were best before,

Or tell you it’s your fault. I hope they see your pain and say it matters,

I hope they hear the crying words of your heart.

Wild inside, afraid to show anything outward but,

I trust you, you who calls when I need it and I want to have someone to bring with me.

Maybe.

More I want you to be happy. I want to see this dream you’ve stepped into grow and flourish,

I hope you never back down.

I love you,

Rise to the challenge.