What would I be

   If you could paint me one color in your mind
what would I be? Blue? Hot rod pink? Raging bull
brown? How do you think my choices of colors
should arrive? The glare of shimmer I include for
you.

  Given any scent in the world, am I plain as rain, soft
as vanilla or something more exquisite, exotic or
tantalizing? Oh how the eyes see and the mind
wanders.

  Softly I ask on the wind but did anyone hear? Unsure
but not really caring. Only hope that someone did
and one day an answer will come knocking on my
door.

   A tiny glimmer of hope erupts from my spirit. A
joy that sits at an opening just waiting to be
applied to the right circumstance.

   Did I hear a voice? Oh no, just the wind tickling
the branches on the trees. Oh how they whisper
in the air.

  Hmm how I dream. How I hope. Keeping tight the
prayers. Not to be overly selfish. Don't want to have
that rambunctious pride overtake the sincerity of
my love.

  Oh dream I do, big and cozy. The thoughts of
happiness seep deep and slow inside to my spirit.
The joy of knowing how beautiful life really can be
when I believe, have faith.

  The simplest thing as a wave hello or a smile to
hold, I am grateful. The thoughts that I, too, can be
remembered.

   This is a note. What happiness can be attained?
What memory can be made?

    Just for now all I hope for is a dream, a goal to
be reachable. I pray for help, for the love and the
patience to press on. Looking forward to gaining
the answer Jehovah gives, applying to spirit.

   See my eyes smile? Did you feel my breath on
the dew, on the raindrop? Did you hear my whisper
in the air?

    I said hello.