Sleepy nod, alerted

       The eyes drift back and forth into sleep and
snapping alert once more. Oh how I do not want to
fall into a slumber just yet.

       Alas my soul is worn and my breathing calm.
The eyes burn with ache. The soul beckons for a place
to relax without disturbances.

       Stilll awake I must remain. A cool, soothing rainfall
full of cherry blossoms and vanilla will alert me.
Keeping the senses taunt for new adventures.

      Even though the smallest of hopes still sit waiting
I still give way to a more precise prayer.  One by one
the words pour into the thoughts and the mind
echoes the emotions.

     A silent word inside a trembling moment. How
does one remain so?

     Alas I cannot question and I will not start the
conversation. Sadly just how it must be. So talk if you
like or be silent with me. Either way a prayer is
answered being good and positive or guiding and
reprimanding. Still learning nevertheless.

    Hmm. The thoughts cease for just a while as the
paleness enjoys the seconds of peace. The cooling
then heated rages of scolding droplets. Ah how
they pull, severely drag the aches through the drain.

    My spirit reassured of the answers. Still I hope.
Alas what does it all mean? I cannot understand.
Hence the reason why Jehovah is here.

    So here I am leaning against cold, yellow tiles
dreaming, hoping and praying that my words fell
upon someone else's thoughts.

   Hmm only I can hope. Smile. Love and take a huge
step with strength. So here goes. Are you listening?

   Yup you. Did you gain my thoughts through a prayer?
I hope. I dream.

   Now I am alert and waiting.