Colors in a voice

    Creativity echoes inside my head. So much to pull
out and be active with. Expressions open and some
fade as the colors downpour.

    Calling a wonder of happiness as I paint, as I write,
as I find wire wrapping gemstones. Still something
itches me inside. A voice.

     Listening to what is necessary I absorb the lasting
flavors of heated aromas. All soaking far beneath the
layers of silence. A sigh escapes my lungs.

     Dancing around my room as the music craves a
motion. Soothed by the notes. Holding onto the
memory that sneaks upon my senses. Laughing as I
hope deeply for the words.

    Ah the air brings chills. A breath that tickles the
soul. Picking up the lengths of cloth. Often called
sarees, I wrap my paled soul inside. Feeling the most
beautiful as the silk caresses. Kissing each freckle.
Ah giggling of the hint of romance in a piece of
fabric.

    Breathtaking are the eyes. Twinkling the radiant
sky blue. Hoping for more sensitivity to art to enter
into my mind. Clinging tightly to the need to be
expressed openly.

    Ah taking my steps down the hallway. Excitement
exits in shaky breaths as I place turqouise fleece
over the many layers once again lain over cooling
rosy skin.

    Exit. Exit. Exit. Looking out into the darkened sky
holding the pounding in my ears in check. My heart
racing as I inhale the beauty Jehovah gave me.
Inspiring his daughter, just as he did you, his son.

    Oh closing my eyes to just absorb the cold. Feeling
how taunt the soul is and how alert the mind is.
Aware of all and nothing outside. Jehovah is there,
watching, listening to my silent words of praise.

    Yes I am smiling. Entering all the dreams here.
Hoping that the scents of the outdoors beckon your
soul. Hear your footsteps gracing the sidewalks just
for one or two minutes before a bedtime lullaby.

    Ah to see your eyes sparkling in the deep darkest
night would be an amazing thing. Yet reality hits.
A hint of some other day, yes. Entertain my mind for
just a moment, please.

   Sighing once more of a bit of sadness and still there
is an everlasting joy bursting underneath. This, you
must have seen.

   Did you once? And now?