Poems to You

I write poems to still the voices in my head. To make order of the thoughts that run through it in random fashion all the time. I write to create the pictures i can not draw. I write to remember the joy or pain of a moment. To bring calm to the confusion of the white noise that is the background of my mind.

I write to you because of all the people in my life, you were the first to listen. You were the first to ask to see them. You take them seriously. When i write to you, i see possibilities in a hopeless situation. I try to bring substance to a dream. I can talk to you without talking to you.

I try to think of things to say, silly things to do, to make you laugh because that sound is one i don't hear often enough. My life is seldom still, the demands are frequent the fighting struggling to become mask the joy that should be seen all around.

I've lost the quiet that allows my thoughts to meld.

i wanted to write you something each week. Don't think that is going to happen. There is a poem waiting to be born. I just haven't found the words in the correct order yet.

wait for me
come to me
stay with me
find me again