A mid spring memory, I recalled

     Small words are said on the midnight air. Standing
outside creating a moment of only me.

     A dream, a memory splashes across mind and I
chuckle. Thinking and thanking on wind. Did you hear?

     A chill climbs between cinnamon strands and
wool. Skin raises bumps.

     A silent prayer as I hold this memory tightly.
Licking lips only to have them dry up again. Softly
chuckling and chiding self at same time.

    Oh silly, silly me. A memory flashes. I want not
to see red, black and white. I just want to breathe.
No shocking, sharp breaths to torture lungs and
trigger tears.

    The hidden emotion to stay as it is. No one to
harm me with all that they know of me.

    Yes the memory I recalled was purely a beautiful
experience but, at that, all that it was a memory
calling from years passed.

    A crash heard throughout soul as I step forward.
All tins come falling at feet. Dare I pick up one and
open?

    No. No. Not scared just listening to conscience to
realize that I paused once for you. Shall I do it
again? Perhaps but it is necessary to ask first.

    So tell me, of this tiny glimmer of red laces,
damask material of hot cinnamon with swirls of pale
pink underneath. What does it mean to me?

    A history of lies, repeated over and over to
memorize, to state to self all that is heard, truth.
When deep in spirit all cries, screams that nothing
is right. So much wrong and here I stand next to all,
quivering in thought, in hopes that somehow all
prevails. That the trial you wanted to place upon me,
I faced, I endured and I surpassed.

      All I need to know is why bother?

      Why was I even part of long roads winding? Why
did I even coincide with all?

     Jehovah knows. So this soft, pale image is sitting
up against puffed pillows. Hoping that in these
early morning hours sleep will grace my eyes and
breathing will ache less.

    Careful of my thoughts. Life holds onto that
gentleness shown in a mid spring afternoon. A
moment of peace, of joy and tons of surprise.

    Standing on balcony enjoying coolness of breath
and warmth of spirit soaring.