A joy in midnight hazy breath

Just pure joy from reaching out into the night. A low
haze fills the midnight air. Ah the sight began
earlier. Deep breathing takes a toll on me. Silently I
whisper a sentence. Then I repeat louder only to
realize the only one listening to the words is me.

Ah quietly I stand outside just inhaling all that I can.
Trying to make myself yawn so the jaw won't be so
stiff and tight from the clenching. Planting my feet
between the iron bars, I lean over the railing.
Enjoying that moment of free flying. Oh how silly I
must sound but to be outside, even in the cold
night air, is so uplifting. It is in my silence that
Jehovah is reading me, understanding his daughter's
thoughts.

Ah reservation held tight within me. A slight
hesitation but still I am willing to hear what Jehovah
has to say to me. To learn all that I can. So my
standing outside is the greatest way to release all the
anxieties that are forming for the following day. First
I must end this day with a good night's sleep.

Drifting here and there, eyes blinking back to alert
stage. Yet there are still a few moments when I am
asleep with pen and paper at hand. So surprised that
the ink doesn't leave a stain on fingers and skin. One
more time I close my eyes only to snap them open.

Ah yes, a good move: The Scent of Green Papaya.
Now soft pink, embroidered cotton soothes down
pale soul. Spirit so serene in recalling how simple
life can be. Down, down, down I go. A swirling wind
that pressures me into a cocoon for a short jaunt of
hibernation. La is there such as a short moment
of a bear nap?

Still I ramble and the thoughts of friends that come
to play. Seated next to me in a dream, conversing
but really no words echo the lips. All that outstretches
is dazzling green looks. Ah to shake free of the
mesmerizing stare? Where do I stand, sit and run to
evade the emotion quivering deep inside soul, down
to spirit? How do I press forward the righteous
conscience knowing full well it should have been
there in the beginning of all thoughts.

Here I beg to be heard. Friend, dear friend, of mine
do thoughts ever make you wonder? Make you
research until research needs research to completely
comprehend all that is there from Jehovah? How about
when people are placed throughout your mind but
you don't want to have them there, much less think
of them or worse talk to them. How do you just let go
and let Jehovah take over? Ah yes a prayer.

I hope you are listening because even right now
talking sensible seems irrational. Ah the currents are
strong but the reeds are just as stubborn. My eyes
droop down. A sentence that echoes in my head
becomes the thought of my dreams. Oh how I hope for
only a moment of peace long enough to say hi.
Even if the words are voiced through my eyes.

Did you see the sparkle there? The radiance of the
coppery strands? Did you watch as the light bounced
off my soul.

Did I pay attention? Yes perhaps too much but all will
be well after a few days for "mimi" time.

So my dear friend, create more if time allows it.
Looking forward to seeing all that is placed for my
eyes to feast upon. Not envious of your skills, just a
thought that weighs in head. How do you find the
patience to do what you do? I know the answer but
to hear it from you would sound like crystal inside my
spirit. The vibrations of chills swarming to core. Ah a
grand picture is it not?

So tickle the wind with a few words. Answer me in
due time. Now here I am relaxed. Resting arms
across my tiny waist. Hmm squeezing tight. Gaining
my much needed hug and sending a few into the
midnight air.

Take a step outside. Yes NOW! No questions. Just do
it and breathe. How does that feel in your lungs?
Sharp, crisp, and fresh? Gaining a smlile across cold
teeth.

I prepare to close nighttime events with this: I hope, I
dream and pray for you. I love you just as Jehovah
says I should. Need not ask how just do the same in
return. Uplift, encourage and surprise!