Warming smiles

   Pairing the smiles with the echoes of warm, loving
hugs. Jehovah has a wonderful way of making the
spirit shine.

    Standing here I was hoping for that chance of a
smirk yet I did not receive it. Ah alas I do not worry
over it. People are people.

     Now here I am seated in a golden chair awaiting
my company. La. The need to scream echoes inside
yet silent I stay.

    The words I want to express I stay motionless.
Carrying on the hope of perseverance. Hoping.

    Stationary I hold upon the sights. The sighs that
push down my throat hold a whisper in the wind.
A dream I keep leaning for and waiting.

   Entertaining my mind of memories long passed
only to carry me to the next step. The facts of cooling
into the mold being built.

    So create I must. Repair I will. Absorbing the
freshness while I can. Hmm.

    Dear friend I hope. I dream. I pray. Perhaps.