A murky morning of opportunities

     Oh such a dark morning. Still grateful I am to
awaken from slumber. My only regret is the
arguement I pursued in my dreams. The one where
I fought and lost.

     Pouring down hot water onto this weary soul. The
attempt to wake up mind. Opening eyes to the
beginning of a day. Opportunities galore ride high.
All I need is to listen.

      Standing. Absorbing the scents of soft cocoa
butter and brazil nut. The coolness of
the air raising goosebumps over freckled paleness.

     A sigh escapes as cotton and colors uplift the
soul. Pressing the anguish of the dream in the past.
Hoping and holding true to what was the whole
meaning.

     Obviously the weight of concerns buried deep
within mind. The words, the memories, the actions
caused the busy display of war. An ache that pulled
the right strings.

     Oh now listening to Celine, Chloe and Norah.
A soft reminder that love is everywhere. To be
disappointed from one dream is not necessary. I
am important to all, including you. This quirky,
unique coppery redhead. From the roots to the tips
of my toes.

     Oh softly I chuckle. A smile creases over my
face. Opening the adventure of today.

     A prayer for you my lovely.