Petals before me

      A joy that sits deep within me. Pouring from spirit
and bursting from soul. How do I contain it? Why
would I want to?

      Smallest glimpses into dark green meadows.
Clinging tightly over strengthening bonds. Tiny petals
dance around my head, only falling from branches I
cannot reach. Who? How? Why did they fall? Just
holding my gaze of shock.

      Silently a whisper echoes. Does anyone hear it?
I don't even acknowledge anyone listening. Only a
hope dare I dream? Dare I believe in my pursuit
of happiness? Yes. All I would ask is that you do the
same.

      Softly I step in hopes of not crushing petals, leaves
and twigs. Only hope for words to be said into my
ears. Oh I must stop. A dream to hope too high for,
perhaps.

      Still I do. One by one fingers caress the petals at
my feet. I giggle in making a gentle memory. A thought
to hold tight upon the acknowledgement.

      Somehow all this creates such joy, such laughter.
The show of a private, sacred part of me so rare only
Jehovah has seen it.

      Saying such brings upon, pale, freckled cheeks,
a glow of pink. Spreading wide is a smile. Another
moment to recall a smirk of quirkiness. The wave
from someone I never would have asked face to face
to give so freely.

       Ah but was it a question or an expectation gone
unnoticed? Here I sit, once again, asking myself why
when I already understood the answer. Never should
I lean upon my own understanding. I just listen to
conscience. Do as it commands.

      Often silence is golden in voice. Words well written
are allow free reign. So here with all the joy that is
building, burning inside ~ from polished toes to the
core deeply welded I make a few written statements
to a friend in open air.

      My dear friend wave once more to me even in
thought. As for gifts I only hope I receive more. I shall
not ask for then it would seems as though I do not
cherish as much, which is wrong. Onto the smiles,
sparkling gemstones deeply moving spirit, I plead
for you to behold this amazing redheaded friend.
I request for you to care for me, think of me and hope
deeply for me.

      For now you can embrace the parts of the
mystery in me. The joys I find in the smallest parts of
everything.