Pink written signs

      Posters. Signs. Graffiti written on stones. Chained
to an answer. Still all can be broken. Opened
and explored if opportunity is given.

      Shh the mind says to the fast beating heart.
Silencing the voice to listen to what is being sung
outside.

      Here hold the drum quiet for just a stanza then
create any loudness available. I am awaiting all
news. Hoping for good news within the cooling breeze.

      Softly I place lavender kid slippers over my feet.
Going to tread gently out to my steps to just absorb
the breathtaking tale that has opened up before me.

      One by one the written chalked lines wear away.
The spirit soars in hopes of another display is
place beside. Still to have two thing back to back
would be odd, very rare at most. Yet very possible,
right?

      Oh saying a prayer as I close my eyes. Shh I
place upon my fingers. The joy is soaking through me.
Hello is vibrating throughout my paled soul.

     Ah so dear friend bring a warming, loving kindness
outdoors for I shall be standing dreaming in the
darkening sky. Holding tightly upon a hope of laughter
before I fall to sleep.

    Hmm. Standing in all pink but denim and deep
navy skies. Yes even I shine a rosy glow for rooted
deep within me is a radiant spirit.

   Smiling. Are you ready?