Destination of a hug

        Wild are the thoughts of a destination. The
hold over forgetting is tremendous. Later a demand
for what may be here.

        Scattered across the musky night air are the
whirlwind blinks of yesterday and days before. Oh
how the calming is found in just listening to cars
rush by and insects speaking.

        Upon a stair I sit hoping for a grandness to be
displayed across the darkest blues. Oh how I hold
onto a possibility of dreams do come true. Ah yes
a reality? Of course, sometimes.

        Sideways are the twirls of copper. A motion to
spin into a woven tapestry. Still so much is left open
and none to grab hold of the changes. All seems as
though I am an afterthought.

        Perhaps to many I am. Tomorrow will provide
an escape from that downpour of a loss. Seated upon
a moment in time I wait. Patiently, oh maybe, but
surely there must be a reason I am solitude.

       Oh I cannot go around asking everyone why,
why and more why. That just doesn't really get
answers. All there is, is frustration and heated
discussions. What purpose does that serve?

       So now the sighs follow down a viewing and
the seconds tick away. I make plans and hope all
finalizes themselves in proper order. All I can do
is pray to Jehovah and hope.

     So trickle down with me. Jot a note in thought
and send a hug into the wind for I pray somewhere
mine lands on someone in need.