Lasting thought before a slip

       Hmm. Craving a bit of earth to stand upon. Not
own just care for. Very much like the conversation
demand yet plainly put.

       Entering doorway I sway. Falling against door jam.
Fixing views upon maintaining my posture long
enough to switch out of grays. Well done introduction
to my levels of comedy.

        Softness is the white cotton that enhances the
beauty of paleness and soothes the mind. Perhaps
that final jog of slamming eyes to an alert status.

        At last all will be gestured, signed and peacefully
explained.

       Due times. Oh how Jehovah invests time in
each and every one of us. Did you know that? But
of course.

     Then show me. Entertain my spirit with joy. You
think that is too much anyhow. Hmm I am amazed.

     Now saying my lasting  good night as the
lights dim and the eyes, soul nods off once more.

     Opportunities await you dear friend. Me included.
Are you will to listen, talk and be happy?

    Come tell me. In reality - naw. A dream is yes.

   Watch and see. Good night friend. Talk in early
morning. Sunlight shines. My spirit soars and I am
overly organized. Oh just whisper good night, Mary.