all these sounds...

...an intrusion of a cacophony of sounds,
evoking a string of emotions,
undefined and uninterrupted,
until I hear the chime of your voice,
distinct and full up with dancing melodies,
finding their way to rest upon my ears.

...a resistance to physical advance,
ruminating in the privacy of this homedwell,
until I rest my head upon your shoulder,
or curl into your arms, like my hand to the
brush.
...a unique and spectacular work,
of art.

...a reasoning to trust, to believe,
in something outside of me,
for, surely I have relied on my own
reasons and abilities for far too long.

...a hum into some faint and breezeful wind,
glimpses now away from the then,
an obtuse and new way to turn and breathe,
and feel and just be.

...a wide set smile,
that never seems to fade.
no recognition of passers by,
no holding onto the days.

...a hopeful place, tried,
true.
vivid and bright,
new.

...a closeness I could reach out and feel,
...a distance all to real.

...a dream of what may one day be,
this thing for you,
this hope of newness for me.
like some earth-spun jewel,
hard and porous
and faceted,
not new.

...a cacophony of sounds,
evoking a string of emotions,
undefined and uninterrupted,
until we walk,
full and free,
the tune will be...