A solo, internal dance

   Vibrations soothe the spirit
and erase the careless emotions.
Grand is the idea of peace throughout
soul.

  Ah water trickling over fingers.
Cold then warm. Nice to feel the
change. Awaken to a sense of
urgency. The need to talk to paper
with ink.

  The mind no longer questions
the emptiness. Feeling of release
of held up words. Caressing,
hugging the lines once more.

  No more nor less do the words
surface. Fast and slow they come.
Whether to write or not, there is
no doubt.

  Time. A whisper that echoes
in the wind. Moments gone still remembered
in a dream. Kindly though, no longer
hurtful, just reminders.

  Open up to find the
calming smile enter and displayed shyly
across my face. A happiness. A
solo, internal dance as I give thanks
to making all last, a known mind.

  Thankful to Jehovah for keeping
mind, memories in tact.