Softness in joy

     The one softness of joy. I am thinking of the
various uses of blues and copper. Uncertain as to
the metal. Noting choice of past all tend to be AA. I
would hate to assume. Only a hope I am correct.

     Ah. The blend. The choices given. Reminders of
eyes and color of curls I contain. Very unclear as to
the gift of colors. Just giggly and super giddy that
gift was given.

     Smallness they are yet so powerful is the meaning.
The choice of yes. To be included in my journey. The
no need of stopping.

     Ah a sigh erupts from me as the love of a surprise
holds tightly upon my spirit. The simplest ways to
encourage, to show compassion and define the deeper
bond upon our friendship.

     Closely I cling to my hopes. The receiving of yes
upon lips is even greater joy that hopes and dreams
do come true.

      So one day upon the next I shall not be
discouraged if responses are left waiting, if my want
of an answer now takes days to receive. Just ever
happy is the knowing I will eventually receive one.

       Ah the sighs that escape from my lips are soft
and hopeful. The simplicity it took to shake up the
dispair. I grant a big hug if ever I could give one,
to you.

     Singing my tunes as already known of an
amazing day coming and then the smile, the waves
that melt and sizzle me from baby blues to inner
core. Ah did you not see, feel the jumpy parts of me?

     No of course not. I have to describe. La so hear
my soft breaths ragged and aching. See my toned
control flying into the wind. Imagine me as a piece
of silly putty before you.

     Yes a smile, yes a wave can create something as
gentle as my crumbling but indeed it is a joyful
moment.