A snapshot to hold

    Lights that play on the
midnight sky. A reel that has
overturned many a time, clicking the
last cell against metal.

    Sad song. Blowing low to the
roots. Slow and soothing. Straight
to that treacherous, emotional heart.

    Oh close eyes. Lay down and back.
Dream. Imagine when all is calm, all
is clear. How will life be then?

    Dream. Dream. Then hope.
Believe.

    All I can do until the morning
dew presses against my face.
Tickling my nose and wetting my
cinnamon strands.

    The sunbursts that beckon a
word or two. A snapshot to hold
in memory. Just breathe. Enjoy moment.

    No spoils yet entertained. Now a
prayer and thanks to Jehovah for
such a bliss given.

         And smile I did, for the day
             was supreme because I spoke
                  with my father, Jehovah.