Nice air to behold

      Outside I go so the breath of air is still refreshing.
Holding onto the moment where no toxins can harm
me.

     Silly perhaps but the grand outdoors is much
more appealing than that of apartment by far.

      So dark here. Hints of purplish blues plus the
slight hits of bright white lights of cars passing.

      A smile sits here in dark. Holding upon freckled
cheekbones.

     So calm is the wind. Soft breath escapes the lips
and tiny snicker falls into the air. Stationary the
paled soul is upon concrete.

     So here I lurk. Waiting for the right bright star
to change baby blues into dark sapphire blues.

     Hmm the muskiness is so heavy. I hope you get
the chance to breathe what is out here. I hope that
you experience the simple beauty of the evening
light.

    The tiniest chuckle falls outside of your soul. Into
the silence of the night air. Hmm.

    Inhaling. The sighs that roll over and over me
pull me up to stare out into the sky. Walking closer
and closer to see clearly. Oh the smiles that soak
inside my spirit. Did you see?

    Bright pinks covering black. Holding paleness in
the softest blue. I tread ever gentle. Enjoying every
second I get. Hoping a viewing stands watching me.

    Oh a hope in a dream to wonder. Yet I pray for
perhaps. Hmm.