Stored clear

    So well the story goes clear. The joys settles.
Yet the toes still walk on air. The smile steals the show
once more.

    Silliness perhaps in a far away look. Yes I am there.
The clouds are rather fluffy and my head is tilt back.
Just a daze of wonder.

    Clearly there will not ever be a need of explaination.
No parties to explain the meanings of yesterday.
For underneath all the joy is calm, peace.

    So lift up your head. Need not to gather your
reasonings because forward we march as a family.
Maybe not side by side yet close by.

   There is no immediate need to explain anything
except the love I have for my siblings. One by one
they all come back. Realizing the truth holds a grand
protective cover over us all.

   Alas a tapestry is woven. How much tighter now,
is up to you. Still a question arises and I pray over
it. One day the answer will be there.

  No formed hurt exists. No revenge will ever be
seated in my mind. Only that of a hope of a friendly
hug. One day. Years to come, perhaps.

   Not one rushing the other. For now the nod in a
hello, a voice in the wind or a wave and a
conversation. Placed here. Given there. Opened
upon the echoes of midnight air.

   One day a laugh will be heard. Perhaps in a moment
or in decades to pass. What will be there? Only
Jehovah has that knowledge.

   I have a strong hope, an optimistic view of
possibilities.

   What of you dear friend? A calm conversation of
rings?