Would you sit with me on a crisp and cold morning at 5 am and listen to the birds as they sing?
Would you watch me as I sat beneath the stars and searched for a shower of meteors to wish upon?
Would you stop and watch as I jumped knee deep into puddles of fallen rain?
And when a gust of wind blows so hard that it tickles my soul, would you laugh too?
When I fall asleep watching the tv and goosebumps spread across my skin, would you warm me?
Would you bring me tea and kiss away the world as I sit and write?
Would you talk to me in the dead of night when I have woken?
Would you gently push me when fear stops me?
Would you stand next to me and feel the last drops of heat draining from the sun as she reaches for her bed?
Would you bring me blankets as I camp out in front of the window searching for a glimpse of the ever changing moon?
Would you walk along the sand bare foot and feel the water against your skin, with me?
Would you watch as I jump and splash in the soft ebbing tide?
Would you see treasure in my shells and sea glass?
Would you take my hand when I am tired?
And when you look, would you see?
Would you let me touch you?
Would you let me reach you?
Would you let me show you all that I see?
Would you hear me?
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.