Curled up waiting, listening

Curled up on the sofa and no motivation to get up.
Still the call for air is beckoning my soul to step
outside.

Yes I must have "fresh" air.

So here I wait, ever so patiently, for the right moment
to place shoes on feet and fleece over arms. Oh
how I want to just walk somewhere peaceful. To see
familiar faces. Be greeted with smiles and sincere
hugs. Perhaps in my dream tonight.

A thought, a memory that holds me steady. Calling me
to recognize someone, something.

Oh how the lips form and the words slip out. Did
I speak or was it all a whimper? Oh Jehovah help me.
Hold me tight.

So my friend think of me. Even if in a dream. Holding
onto a grand smile, a sincere one.

Just want to stay curled up. Tiny, secluded in own
world. So warm with funny memories. Contorted
lines that mean so little to all else but my mind.

Here I go. Getting up. Doing as recommended.
Gaining motion to do what is part of a chore. Preparing
for a few seconds of bliss. Sucking in deep breathes
of cold, sharp wind. Attacking my lungs with notes
of crisp twigs and warm spices.

Dare I ask of you, one thought of me tonight?
Say you will, say you want to even if only in a prayer.

Ah the heart trembles as I close the gate, locking tight
with heavy duty padlock. Trying as it may, to escape
yet the thumping will eventually fade. Only one more
hope to add.

One thought. One dream. One hope.
           A love. A friend. Dear me, as I leap hold tight.

Say now, my name upon the wind and see to where,
how I grasp the smile that shines over moonlight.

So yes, my friend I hope to hear my name upon the
wind, even if in a dream. For one more time I hear
it is another answer to a hope. Nodding, I agree
all seems strange. However seeing who I am, are
you in disbelief?

Whisper as I do. A hope. A prayer to Jehovah for me.
I will listen.