Bold sand slips

      I whisper sweet words into the air hoping they reach those
who I am dreaming of. The murmurs, the gasps. Oh how I
try so hard to grasp for their hands only to watch their
fingers slip through like sand in an hourglass.

      So will I wake up soon from this fog? Will the haze that
clings to my pale, freckled skin live long enough for
my mind to focus?

     Still I lean back into sleep jerking awake here and
there to conclude another sentence. Oh how softly I giggle
as I remain still. Cleansing the words from my rosy lips.

     The names echo but one face is etched deep into
glass. How, why I do not question I just pray inside the
dream that the answers will soon open.

    Still the eyes continue to flicker. Longer it seems as
the next time my eyes will be open. Hmm. Indeed a tale
to tell tomorrow. The adventures within a sleepy state.

     Hmm clearly I need the rest has the hands pause and
the lids feel heavy. One by one the seconds begin to feel
an eternity yet before I can become irritated they already
have faded.

     Shh hold onto my hand here, my dear friend. Take
this journey with me and learn of the laughter that hides
behind closed sea blue eyes.

     Yes good night. Tuck away and feel the comfort of a nice
cool breeze and heavy sighs.

       Here I give you insight to my dreams for just few minutes.
Smile for me and love me always. A dream always tickling
a memory. That is where you will find me.