Can Anybody Hear Me?

Can Anybody Hear Me?

I have never had a forgetful face,
but yet you can not recognize me.
I live in the dark of the day, near the oceans whispers,
I see you can not hear them either.

I live for beauty, uncommon of my times, but yet,
I am not seen as an individual so I seek those uncommon of nature.

I feign for Love's music.  Although love is not a full guarantee of satisfaction,
for it may not last as long as the wind,  it comes and goes as often as a storm.
I know love.  I know love like the ocean's sand, warm with little obstacles of tears and believe me
when I say I've created a flood.

I have never had eyes that were blind, so why treat me in a way you know I will never forget?
Your heart is playing tricks with you.
I live after the streets are calm, and the rain begins, and before the sun can dry
and the moon is full.  You appoint me as the star, far beyond light.
I am the person you cannot hear.

By,
Michelle D. Jones
Written February 2000