A dream I cling to

      A moment to just breathe. Soaking up the
soothing scents of strawberry, vanilla and Egyptian
musk.

      Oh the eyes close as the heated room closes in.
A small sigh that escapes parched lips.

      Hmm how thoughts caress the lids. Pressing
further and further to core.

      A sudden shock that vibrates throughout soul.
A memory, a hope that keeps drifting to mind.

      How can I voice the emotions involved? How do
I say all that is placed there? A long exhale relaxes
nerves as the hot steam rises into air.

      Softly the lashes flutter open only to hope to see
images again in rest, in a dream. Moments that tease
the mind of passed years.

      Should I want, need for them to sit there
toying with all that I am fighting for?

      How can the soul spell relief when the conscience
battles the heart, the eyes?

      Every few seconds tiny glimmers of joy spark
in my spirit for the reason that I hold dearly upon
this dream.

      In this instance the hope I have causes ripples
of excitement to chase along my skin. Doing so I create
a loud splash as soul sinks lower among the roaring
water.

      A sensation that overturns a wall and sends
droplets everywhere. Such a mess but I laugh it off.

      A memory I will clutch onto for a little while
longer.

      To dream. To hope.
           
              One day all will be revealed.
              
                       A love for this unique daughter of
                                                             Jehovah.