Cotton wind

          Lightest of blues. The darkest of reds. The
brightest of greens. The hollow yellows. All drained
into one painting. The canvas of pale pink undertones.

          Oh how gentle the cotton wind is. Cooling
my senses with kisses. Holding tight to a breath.
Clearing the lungs of rambling sighs.

         My eyes so alert. Hoping there is an end to
this evening. Still do I want it to end?

        Oh my soul drift to the outdoors. Caressing
the air with coppers and pale blues. Closing my
eyes for a moment, to give thanks to the darkest
of navy. Oh pointing closer to black.

        If you listened you may just hear my lungs
speak to you. The whispers inside the silence. The
holdings of cooling breeze.

       So much clarity in the sky. So much moisture
held high. The sweet aromas of the outdoors lures
me to stand, leaning over railing. Oh just inhale.

       Feel the startling rapture inside one smile.
I hope it sends chills covering ever exposed part of
your soul.

       Ever quiet is the rolling of clouds. Soft sighs
stream out of my rosy lips. The memories stain
new images to bubbles. Forever stationed until the
days of old cover my soul.

       Still a thought of being older than today brings
grand laughter to my mind. Perhaps the softest
smile is seated here. Are you opened to making a
memory?

       Wow. Truly? A song is thrown into my head.
All down to the chorus line. Uh oh.

       Small possibilities shock so many parts inside
my paled soul. The energy enhances the spirit to
shining new levels. Such a peaceful enjoyment.

      Stay here. Sit wherever you can. Come enjoy
just one memory we have yet to make.

      Oh how I giggle in saying such. I know nothing of
what the future holds. Only things I can do is pray
and hope.

      So my dear friend if you are awake still ~ go to
bed. If you are sleeping ~ I look forward to any
words, kind gestures I may receive. Otherwise I will
be placing a few at your feet, ears, eyes.

     Hmm. How the lasting of the "m" rolls deep within
an exhale. Halting as the last piece is pressed from
lungs.

      Still I am unable to fall asleep. Yesterday too
much sleep and today not enough. Haha. Comedy,
yes? Sarcasm? Always.

    Do say one word, hello. For all else is up to you.