Afraid of Dust

If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me
so amazing and
fun?
If I said what I think
to those
who have ears to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still be
the one?

If the song I sing tonight is not
a soothing lullaby in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;
we can still move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words
that washed
over your skin like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
and afraid of dust that catches
in places
On the words
I am
forming?

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm