Milk and honey

     Time for milk and honey. Warmth cascading down
lengths of rosy cream. Creating the froth of clouds for
eyes to absorb.

      Just as the doctor order to relieve myself of
stresses. Creating all that is fine and calming. The
mind drifts away from the tears. Holding onto a
hope.

      Shifting further into depth I cater only to
softness of aroma that plays notes across my soul.

      Ah my dearest friend who is never a foe. Maybe
an afterthought but always positive. Slight nod
to appreciate your presence in my head. Your ever
glowing eyes burning a brand across mine. Yes
shaking hands to say a grand thanks.

      Seated ever so slight with the switching of one
paleness to the next. Listen to my laughter echoing
in cooling air.

     Watch as goose bumps arrive before ascend. Ah
moisture splashes every which way. Do I care? No.

     Dried upon sage green grooves. Observe the
slowness of the tested. See how comforting the cotton
is upon my soul? Dare do you to dream?

     Silk and lace press droplets off and curls go awry.
Still I am radiant as ever.

     Laughing because I know you care. You want
to dream, to hope. Perhaps too confident, no. Just
feel the clarity all suddenly.

     Smirking in mischievousness for I do believe
you are reading currently.

     Good night dear one. Dream hard.