Alert of laced tips

    Uncertain as to a dream, a memory recalled, a
thought or hope. The warmth of cardigan wrapped
tightly around soul. Fingers laced in a crowded room.

    The heart beats faster and the eyes become wide.
Alert, awake in a dark room.

     Findings of laughter as I scan over all memories
I have made. None makes sense to scenery displayed.

    Ah trickery in its best role. Squeezing the juice of
a hope into fine wine. Delicious, sweet and powerful.

   Softly I yawn. Stretching limbs, soul far to loosen
any kinks. The soul rises.

   One foot in front of the other I feel confident
Jehovah will provide the explaination on later date.
Looking forward to the laughter that exits.

    Now looking to the mirror, a mass mess of copper
in all directions. To tame the wild. Ah it is possible,
for a short time though.

    Giving thanks to Jehovah for the rest and once
again for waking me from sleep.

    Progressing into rain. Drawing all lasting aches
from day prior into air. Hot steam curling for moments
the strands.

    Black seems to be the color of choice today. Hints
of circles, hints of pink. Soft, feminine and
beautiful just as Jehovah wanted me to feel.

    Looking forward to the morning of coolness and
friends. My gaining of more knowledge through
comments and a well deserved talk. So on a slight
high with joy pulsing through my veins.

    I hope to see you grinning somewhere, somehow.