sheen of copper

    One stroke at a time the strands of cinnamon
copper get brushed to a muted sheen. Soft and silky
each view is.

    Silently I sigh. Holding in breath once again. All in
hopes that vibration inside soul ceases and laughter
awakens once more.

   Ah as the eyes start to feel the weight of the day
pouring down, my soul loosens and mellows. A
thought of friends crossed my mind. Thoughts of
projects I look forward to pursuing.

   Ah how my hopes of a calming sleep is well
recognized. Slower the heart beats. Softer the inhale,
exhale begin. One by one the layers of the day
are peeled and throw away.

  Hmm how cozy the soul feels under a pink waffle
blanket. So happy is the spirit. Ever free are the
weights of concern, worry. Ah yes, Jehovah took
those and placed outside my door. So be careful not
to trip.

   Dear friend of mine, I hope you sleep well. Looking
forward to seeing you around. Hope I get to receive
as much as I give.

  Hoping always for a moment where, when we talk.
Everyday I press harder, sturdier just for that
possibility. Do you? Do you hope to talk to me as I
do you?

  Yes a post within my company. Sit here beside me.
Watch as my eyes become ever so heavy. Show me
the gentle kindness I knew of. Watch as I fall asleep
against you.

   A memory perhaps. A dream for certain.

  Don't dare tear that away from me.

   One hug at a time. Tread carefully and dream
big. I am listening. I care and hope for progress from
the tiniest glimpses of your world. Allow me
to enter just once. Yes?

   Ah one last hug. Oh dear friend I hope to catch a
glance of you once more, someday.

  Hmm. Good night. My eyes close and I sigh. A kiss
and whispers to end this unusual day.