Dancing words

       Seated here playing upon my mind the thoughts
of a good night's rest. La yet my mind isn't ready to
fall asleep. Too many words here. Too many
Scriptures to reread.

        So plan, plan, plan I must do to prepare. All
set except for the decision of one menial item. Ah
alas I will take it to Jehovah. Allowing him to help
clear anything weighing upon my spirit, my mind.

     Hmm yes sleep is indeed a necessity for the
morn. Still I am placing my paled soul in a sitting
position. Yes I will place head upon pillow shortly.

    Just wrapping up the last details of the morn so
no rushing in any process. Time of quality, to say of
sorts.

   Pressing here another form of silliness as the
paleness is gaining heaviness of yawns. Hmm. To
stretch. More and more I am realizing the warnings
of the time.

   Down the words echo until silence is deafening.
Oh how vibrant that picture would be, yes? Interesting
to say least.

  Hmm do you sense the rambling of me? Laughing.
Knowing I am really to point of dreams, I finish the
light turnings and fine tunings of drama.

  Softly the feet walk down the dark hallway. Entering
a even darker room I feel comfort here. Knowing
Jehovah has me every step of the way.

  One prayer I say. Thanksgiving to the wonders of
today. Holding onto the hope of tomorrow. A simple
joy is stationed deep within my spirit. Oh I play
the chords. Spinning the record with a fine needle.
Uplifting such lyrics will become. One note at a time.

  So here, holding out my hand, dance with me.
     In a dream or reality, that is up to you.