Outdoor peace

       Such peace it is to be seated in calm. Loving the
warm air sliding down over paleness. Listening to
the insects craving their voices.

      If you listen, you too, can hear. All you must do
is open your senses. Observe the simplicity in the
blackest navy.

      Do you feel the moisture in the wind. The
heated musky scent of the glorious evening. Taste
the crunchy textures down your throat. Hold tightly
to the flavor in your lungs. Breathe.

     Enjoy the day concluded and the yawns to pull
across. Stretch as the stars beckon their moments
to shine. For your eyes to view them with a cautious
wonder.

     Not clouded by a fog. Just plainly painted into
a soft grayish purple light. Isn't Jehovah's palette
more and more amazing each time you view the
scene before you?

     Still waiting. Patience is one thing I come by
very little of yet I find myself applying it more times
than not between us. Oh how softly I snicker over
these lines, these curves.

     If you see me looking up into the night sky, come
talk to me. I would enjoy conversation from anyone.
Ah yes. To imagine a moment where I am not the
only one talking. Now that would be amazing. Yet
all is possible.

     One more step I slide down on. Just like a child
upon sleek hardwood floors. Would you laugh with
me or would you join in the fun?

     Oh one word. Face to face. A tap on the person.
Still so much left unlaced. So much to hope for.
Not a dream. Just a distant reality.

     Indeed, yes. Words that fall from your lips for my
ears to hear, will be there soon. One day, very soon.

     Jehovah will push. You will know. Soon.