A shock of words

    Nearly I fade away over slipping a warm cover over
my soul. Melting into the bedding, my eyes close for
the silent evening spill.

    Distancing myself from all that is carried inside.
Just for those few short hours of rest. Moments to
slow down, to inhale the cool, bitter morning air.
All that is making room icy.

    So much is taken from the memories. Pulled, poured
down so much that the soul becomes putty. One by
one the thoughts shout names, places, events. All
coming together in the most unusual sequence in
dreams.

    Ah how the movements underneath eyelids are
rapid, very acute in detail. Sighs escape. Soft
murmurs whisper across the room.

    Ever so quietly a wind kisses my cheeks. Alarming
soul, jerking the eyes alert. Confusion but joy.
Hoping that it was my prayer answered from days
before. Yes Jehovah is hearer of prayers.

    Hmm. Now sitting upright in bed, the words
beckoned their voice. So now here I sit typing away.
Unruled electronic paper. Clickety clack. Hmm.

   Now soothed by the exit of letters, sentences and
punctuation my soul calmed. Easing head back into
pillow. I say once again a silent good night to you.
Drifting back into a deep slumber until the early
morning rays of sunlight begs my lids open.

   So seeing you in a few hours, perhaps, my dear
friend. Please allow a few hours of rest and enjoy
the morning as I will be.

   Smiling silly and falling back to sleep right now.