Feel

I don't know how to talk, much less respond to a
compliment or gracious thanks. So all I do is nod. In
hopes that was acceptable.

So grand are your thoughts of me. I am happy that
the sights were beautiful. Bouncing in joy to music,
I glance to the sky thanking Jehovah for hearing my
prayer. Thankful the song I was listening to held me
still, not allowing the tears to fall.

So my mind gracefully sends a whisper down.
All exits is "please".

All I can do is hope. One day a long smile will sit
happily on my rosy lips. Staying a few days. Clinging
to a thought that flourishes deep inside spirit.

Until that hope arrives all I can do is pray for more
answers to conclude. Savoring the breath in fresh
air.

So now I play over in mind the textures the memory
made. Making a lasting brand across my lids.

Now I want to send a thank you but all I can do is
send a grand hug on the wind for the simple thoughts
of me that wavered deep inside your soul, conscience.

I once entertained an idea. For now it is stationary
in a jar in a cupboard until the right time.

Oh oh how I want to give thanks to the right people.
How, how Jehovah? Through my words.

Funny how one song quakes the drums and the irony
of the fact I still listen to it. The situations that I can
actually relate to now.

Feel.

So laugh with me for the reason of the suggestion.
Laugh with me how the words whisper my life verses
yours. Laugh off the irony.

So I hope you have gained the new perspective and
no longer will you relate to song. Whereas I still
have more understanding of who, where the past of
lines displayed.

I hope the reasons of life have given you new
reasons to "feel" and pray that answers you have
been needing fall in your lap soon.

So yes, I don't know how to respond but to agree,
give a nod and give all hugs upon the wind.

So smile with me for the irony of the words twisted
from your life to mine.

I thank you.