Wonders of opportunities

        So how still can the mind go while still breathing?
Hmm. The wonders of the brain. Truly a creation done
by Jehovah.

       Holding onto the memories. Some locked and
bolted while others roam free down a figurative
hallway.

      Carefully the senses are alert. So much to come
forth into the brightening of the sunlight. Many
occupations I will be employed with on the morrow.

     Still I cannot find a way to drift the eyes into a
deep, pulling slumber. Perhaps the off chance of
a brother or sister is, too, awake with me. Hmm. Just
the thought of a yes.

   Hmm. The sighs settle. Playing the heated breath
across paleness. Softly the giggle is expressed.
Entertaining the spirit with a simple ending to a
grand feast.

   Delicately placed before me are tiny flowers. All
dancing their sweet aromas. Yes a smile opens
strongly across my face and whispers of tangled
words.

   Not a desperate plea of quirkiness just the moments
of softly murmured sonnets. Oh how gentle the
pauses are between stanzas. Holding onto their
single places among giants.

  So shh. Listen. Be surprised by the love from me
falling all around you. Careful of how interpreted but
still joyful in a small victory of overwhelming kindness.

  How would you react if the opportunities arose
brightly before you?