A midnight memory

Thinking about Cleopatra and her need for beauty. In
my soaking I enjoyed imagining of a large bath where
I can submerge entirely. To enjoy an energizing time
absorbing rice milk and honey.

So softly the outcome is. Now to extend moisture with
cocoa butter and brazil nut. Ah now I feel completely
and utterly relaxed. Nothing can shock me right now.
Not even a surprise from you. Only a thought.

Hmm how do I continue to write when all is so calm,
so much putty? Mmm?

Sitting here drying. Soon cotton and fleece take over
paleness. Keeping the warmth inside.

Dare I ask what is on your mind? Do I even really want
to know? Oh perhaps it is shhh.

Shall I look outside for a moment. To inhale the
wonderfully crisp night air? Hmm sounds like a grand
way to end evening. Don't you think so?

Ever slowly the droplets evaporate. Soon, soon yes the
jaunt outside is going to happen. Looking forward to
just a second or two and off to bed I go.

Drifting to sleep for a few hours to gain hold of
another dream. A smile that causes more memories
to appear. Hmm loving every one that arrives.

So hear me on this: I love every minute I spend with
thoughts of new memories to create. Just like art.
So many colors, items an people to inspire.

I love all. Care for all. Miss all. Hope that I am a long
standing thought. Need only to hear every once in
a while. So once again I thank whoever gave to the
wind to hold, carry me a weedy bloom. Holding it to
my favorite line increases the hope. The dream of yes
someday all will be spoken and will flow right into my
ears. Until then just keep on giving whenever can.

I must hurry to cover freckles so the midnight air can
freshen lungs with sharpness.

Hmm. Iciness is alarming but definitely thrilling. So
enjoy with me, just a peek outside wherever you are.
One moment to smile and say a whisper on the wind.