Echoes said by air

        One by one the muscles relax. Holding tightly
upon a soft memory. One where kindness fell
at my feet. So much of a hug or thank you was
wanted to say yet no words could be there. Ah and
now words are there, kindness floats nearby.

         So how does a silencer feel? Solo is the soul
in a lost moment. Still so much is surrounding. Did
the echoes begin here? Oh the bother of a question,
now?

         Stretching my toes and curling my legs into
a nesting ball. Ah relaxing and enjoying the simple
moments of laughter. Preparing for a breath
outside.

        One more minute to savor. Pause my movie
and drift outside. Holding the light of the stars
in my line of sight. The beauty of hope sits waiting
for me to explore it. Taking my steps I enjoy every
second.

      Oh have you seen the stars tonight? Have you
had your moment outside? Did you even look up?
Oh it matters not if we enjoy anything alike. Just
the hope that we agree on the majestic parts in
life.

       Still I don't demand. Just hope. Just pray.
With that I do encourage. Not nagging either. See
it how you like. Do what you want. I hold nothing
over you nor intend passed what is allowed.

      Ah and now the mouth runneth over. Hmm.
Spilling a sound inside squeeks. A voice gone for
just those moments. Hmm.

     Perhaps one breath. Just now. Holding it still.
Striking my lungs. Expanding and adjusting. Yes
right now.

     Copper strands flow inside the quick breeze. A
gentle push against the moist air. Trees, leaves
whisper tiny brushes. Oh how calming the scenery
has become.

     Silence even is here. No voices. No bugs. No
birds. Just silence.  Inhaling the vibrance of
humid wind. Crunchy is the texture to the point of
a roasted marshmallow.

      Lifting. Pushing. The softest of kisses land
across my freckled button nose. Glancing up I give
thanks to my Father, Jehovah for his thoughts
reaching for me.

      Oh hear the speech? Feel the kindness? Touch
the wind. Enjoy this moment with me. Enter the
navy sky long enough to view the quietness of
the hour.

      Sitting here upon concrete and iron I am.
Just waiting. Listening. Hoping. Dreaming.

      So what are you allowing yourself? Sleep?
Peace? Beauty? Simplicity?

      Are you listening to the echoes of copper?