Flickering Wonderings

July 21, 2012
Wildly inanimate
is where I lay with my thoughts.
chasing rain
and running away from, the thunder.
Dreams tease and taunt
with their sunshine and smiles.
When reality wakes
and sends night packing again,
I cinch up my soul
and keep walking.
I want to pick up quiet,
take my time
and not let hurried steps and words
transpose this melody too quickly.
That shared hope
and quick smile of yours...
color approaching,
yet undecided.
Flickering wonderings,
somehow kill my reason.
Revived only when I stop,
think,
and hold fast to the unknown fears.
If afraid of everything,
nothing can scare me.
fearless boldness
frightens me more
than any nightmare.