One more time night sky

    Still stepping outside only enhances the fire from
within. Tiny bubbles that burst from mind to core.
Ah how to press harder to get away from all.

    Hmm standing outside on landing feeling the cool
breeze lift the soft curled strands of coppery
cinnamon. Oh how each strand tickles my nose and
cheeks causing a tiny smirk to arrive across my face.

   Pink full lips beckon the soft caress of the wind
once more.

   Hmm. Leaning over the rail, closing eyes tightly.
Listening to all voices of echoing wind. Careful how
fast my eyelids open, I inhale as sparkling slate
imprints the sky once more. A sigh escapes as I recall
moments of pure joy. Almost feels like a secret
cracked. Still do not concern yourself. I have no
secrets. All is poured into reality.

   Softly I hope. Deeply exhaling all nerves and I
stand in denim and pale pink. Yes I dressed to go
outdoors. No need to embarrass myself in blazing
red paleness and darkest midnight blue. Shh I
chide myself. Too much of description can cause
a sight to behold. Yet still that is what I hope to
invoke. Perhaps wrong but conscience says no.
Innocence in extravagant emotions.

   Purely I am breathtaking to some but I am unique
and mysterious to all. Confidence Jehovah gives
to me. Strong and beautiful. Who could ask for
anything more than that in me? What would you ask
of me?

   Oh how simple an amazing memory can be. How
still to this day I stand in awe. To what, to who Jehovah
only knows. I shall not say.

    Love is what I give. Unconditional. Mostly in
non traditional ways but none have complained.
Ah I doubt my entrance to anyone's life was wrong.
Perhaps the actions formed, yes but Jehovah has
a plan for us all. All we need to do is listen, follow and
absorb what his commands are. Surely protection
is always rewarding in the long run, right?

   So yes the wind, the skylight of a million stars and
the moon are sights to behold. Still a redhead
standing on a landing in the yellowing light of a bulb
and moonlight is also a sight to reckon with, do you
agree?

   So now contemplating how long the slightly warm
air is going to tease me to stand here only a while
longer. Absorbing a gentleness of hugs, whispers of
animals and a silent thought. Hmm I hope I can
talk to you soon. Yes my voice did say that aloud. To
a hope, a tiny prayer to Jehovah.

   Turning I bring myself inside once more. To open
this poem into the world.

   So dear friend are you listening? Are you thinking
of me? Enjoy these last moments with me as I
exhale in a stale room. Once again placing layers in
a golden chair. Now paleness comforted only by
Wedgwood silk and cotton. Hmm.

    Sleep now beckoning soul to rest until set time
is pulling me awake once more.

    A tightly woven hug pulling tighter to my memory.
I shut my eyes and smile. Thanking Jehovah for
the moment of you.

   Did you squeeze tightly too?