A poem with a voice

      Mmm. Dear me. Sleep might be a good thing
yet the love of outdoors is greater. Now if only I could
charge my phone from front door I would be
jumping in joy.

      The possibility to finish a poem without the
necessity of ink and parchment. Hmm. Still I must
remain indoors until my eyes fall down.

      Ah no fair. Just wanted to stay outside in the
navy skies. Observing and absorbing the beauty of
peaceful sounds and scents.

      Hmm. Perhaps the push of a friend leaning out
would have been enough for my soul to take. The
spirit to soar higher because the ears of said friend
was truly interested in a conversation.

      Oh how is it possible to learn if I keep wondering.
Best take it to Jehovah. One day planting that
smile in two inch view. A laughter that will echo and
joy will burst. Hmm. Soon?

      A surprise of a ring to forward to you kind one.
Where, though, shall I place it without questions
heard? Hmm. I will find a place. Or .. oh I don't know.

    Another thing to take to Jehovah even though the
thought show the place. Hmm. Notice unnoticed.
Noted. Filed. Closed. Until further information.

    Yet again patience. Yes plenty of planks must fall
upon this bridge. Building stronger and stronger
until a surprise is given.

    Hmm. Yes I wait.