Memories made in silence

       Unveiled are the words. So quiet are the sounds of even
breaths. Holding tighter and tighter upon a distant dream.
Oh so clear are the words, the sights that unfold yet so hazy
are those included.

        Unyielding are the emotions I feel for those who I know.
The calm I hold over my mind, makes the views of faces
crowd my memories.

        Shh if you listen, the silence of the stale room will
increase your heartbeat. The softness of the wind coming
through the window will caress and soothe you to sleep.
Oh how I cling to the sights of the clear night.

         Sending shivers over a warm, calmed greenery. Silly
perhaps to the point of ignorance but clearly defined by
the brilliance instead. Still a sigh echoes inside my soul.
So much blending of a solid mixture helps my spirit to soar
into the midnight starlight.

         Oh my dear friend what thoughts await this child,
the woman known to so few? What, may I ask, are the
intentions of her hopes, her dreams? Still would you
understand the uncontrollable sounds of laughter rolling
down from my lips, curling the steel, dawning lilac toes?
Would you join in the joy of seeing a quirky moment
unfold?

         Dare I be impulsive and ask of your companionship?
Just one smile to open up the rest, to relax the skipping
joy overflowing?

         Oh here I sit unplugged to the sounds around me. I
am just absorbing the vibrations of the walls and cooling
air. Ah and the occasional bounce into the springs of
fine green and yellow cottons.

         Yes come join in the joy of a silent memory as my
eyelids close to hold, to hope into a brighter dream. The
words create vivid images that only a few names enter.
Oh how I sigh and sleep pulls me into a calm serenity.

         Good night my dear friend. Sleep well, dream big
and pray of this wondrous moment to unfold as Jehovah
has planned it.