All I Ask

Can’t I just wish to be loved,

To be special for someone,

To be the one, so beloved,

A question I ask myself, not you,

As I wonder, and wander all night,

Chasing dreams, running behind those thoughts,

It’s the past I know, a figment,

Lost in the pigments of the present,

But its heave, a weight on my back,

I’m far as I lose track of time,

The chime returns me to my place in the dark,

My question returns, not a reel,

It’s so real, not surreal though,

I stand for the world, on the word go,

Asking for nothing, nor taking a thing,

Just trying to spread the smile,

Of love, of happiness, in life,

But is there none for me, no one,

To give that bit to me, the extra touch,

Not Midas, it’s not gold I want,

But the soft ripple, the strong touch,

A push on the back, a nudge forward,

Is there someone, to hold my hand,

To lead me when I’m misplaced,

The drop falls gleaming, unseen,

And I know I can’t ask, nor demand,

I shall know when it’s time, the answer,

But all I ask is when.