A moving olive

   Four favorite movies. I own 2 now. Ah to gain my
other two would be amazing. Currently in process of
watching the American version of Les Misérables. My
first ever was black and white in French. Ah
breathtaking.

    Still now I must reach for my worn book of Victor
Hugo's volumes. Hmm. Movie, book, tea and chocolate.
Yup I am set for the night.

    Well here comforted. Content and somewhat happy.
Dear friend of mine I would so like a word.

   Warmly thought of. Warmly sought after yet only
in a dream. For there I knock you over. La. Best for
it to stay.

  Standing. Waiting. Hoping. Dreaming. Maybe
a word, if I may.

   Hello. A soft wave in the cooling air. A breath that
puts warmth upon my face. A smile that holds tightly
across freckled cheeks. Softly I whisper. Are
you hearing?

    Dare I say more? Oh no that is why you have a
thought or two.

    Now onto my movie. Giving myself a grand
memory. Holding onto a sigh. Tall olives break waves
over.