Shh. Listen to a dream

     Shh. A question is opened. Unwinding the words to the
fullest just to hear someone cough. Disturbances to alert. Oh
how endless some of the thoughts are as they ramble inside
me. So many pieces that demand attention yet I walk away.

     Shh. Holding tight to a long memory. Quietly I take a
breath. Longing for the sigh to exhale and any motion to
go forward, stepping to the newest of beats. Oh how the
feelings quiver and the feet touch, lightly, to the solid
ground. Still I am ever careful of the spreading who I am,
my emotions.

    Shh. Here I stand hoping for the sights to unbind me
and the exhausting sighs to extract all forms of steam,
dew that may be echoing inside of me. Oh how my mouth
forms words, yet not one syllable falls into the doorway of
palest pinks. No vibration forms. Just a murmur of rhythmic
breathing.

    The need, desire to finish something, ANYTHING! Yet all
I seem to do is patiently wait the full course that is
screaming. Begging me, harshly, to divert my attention
towards others versus my own image.

    Shh I say to the offensive words. Shh I say to the raging
emotional being. Just halt everything. Stare out into the
room until calm overrides the smallest of gestures in their
defensive mode.

    Listen, I do, to those who surround me. Their sweet
breath holds me entranced for a moment. Just that one
demanding second switches, makes me cry for newer
memories to overtake what may have mattered.

    Oh just to say, shh. Just in the tenderness of a thought
a voice whispers. Then silence. Remaining neutral. Listening.
Waiting. Hoping.

    Oh how the dreams fall into the weirdness, wildness of
my mind. Such chills that quake the paleness. Reasons
I do not understand. For such moments I wait for Jehovah
to express in time. I continuously strive to stay where
Jehovah asks me to remain. His protection is supreme.

    One day, someday, I hope the answers are there and
the itchings inside my skin will cease. The mindset of played
goals will come full circle.

    Oh how the sights of simple beauty makes me forget all
about the hushing times. Just allows for my spirit to
sing and soar. Silly perhaps but just one look over an old
post about mustard really brightens the outlook of the day.

    Perhaps the dance of flowers needs to be given and the
song of colors need to unwind. Yes the mind has to explore
a time with solitude but still in views of the warm sunlight.
Might I add the silence in a hush when I bring my neck high
to embrace the sunlight bouncing off paleness and
freckles.

    Oh indeed Jehovah hears my prayers, sees my thoughts
and kindly pats me with love deep inside my spirit. So here
I beg for a refresher of smiles, a song of happy dances and
simple gifts of quirkiness to unload the slight overcast
of darkened gray slate.

    Yes I am getting out. Freeing myself to enjoy the
sunlight and gleaming full brightness with unbound joy.

    How about you dear friend?