Absorbing the skips

                  Oh seated here taking the moment to just
breathe. Inhaling in the views unfolding before me. The
changes of the wind, the sun. Oh the glory in the simplest
of switches.

                   Vibrant are the layers of my freckles. Silly
I am to recall just how many I had seated across the bridge
of my button nose. So quirky is the scrunching of the
upturned button.

                    The light play of the sun against the earth. How
the shadows, the burning of etches across the sky and trees.
Oh how I exhale the breath of sweet evening musk.

                      Holding my eyes closed to just absorb the
vibrance into my mind, deep through my lungs and still
climbing into my spirit. The joy of a stained memory.

                      Oh the silent laughter holds inside me as
I stay close to another radiant memory stamped across
the joy seated inside me. Oh the tiny skips of beats. Oh how
pure, honest love quakes the very foundation of me.

                      How do I hold still making, replaying that
piece of film? So much giddiness is seasoned there. Oh the
child I once was would not have been able to remain
stationary. The bounces, the jumps, the leaps of excitement
would have been shown. Would you have understood the
depths of me then?

                    Still here I am calm, collected just revealing
the quirky smile and sparkling sapphires. Radiant reds
and dancing freckles against pinkish tones ooze the joy
under cool contours.

                     Oh dear friend, which one would you have wanted
to see, to experience: the child or the woman?

                    Did I really cross those letters to the ink and
paper? Alas I have read them and there they will remain.

                    Holding tight upon the answer inside my prayer.
The words I already know. I only hope to hear the voice
speaking, instead of clutching the hope to the end of
the evening.

                    Oh how so many prayers I have given, hoped
and dreamed. Yes all has been voiced. Now I wait. Now
I hope. Now I dream bigger. Oh Jehovah will answer just
as, you, my dear friend will in pure, sincere honesty.

                             Some day. One day.