Pulled

        Pouring, pulling myself out into a poem then the awaking
signs draws my attention away. Killing all the words given
special to the morning light.

       Funny is the anger expressed. Cooling down by opening
the door. Feeling the cooling of the darkened night light
as I allow myself to just breathe. Holding clarity into the
early morning.

        Ah how the morning woke with such calm and love. So
much emotion involved inside a dream. The vivid pictures
explained in so many tiny steps. How clear the meaning,
though.

        The breath I hold deeper. Pressing my eyes to the
sky to give praise to my Father, Jehovah. Just to relax
from the mistake I made to erase one poem. Ah indeed
the joy is measured by a new step.

         The words are still here but jumbled but the feelings
are raging with fiery new lines. No longer is it necessary
to be awakened by the lyrics of instruments.

         The sounds of clicking, moving nature has drawn
me. The slightest of breezes tugs at the thin pink night
cotton. Pressing me to close my eyes one more time, then
dashing inside to prepare for the brisk walk.

        More calming, more conversation with my Father,
Jehovah as I become very alert of the environment that
surrounds me. Shh listen. Hold clear the vibrations of
nerves. Just allow joy to jump in every step.

       So here I go in a few minutes to entertain my sights
on the beauty given. Will there be anyone else to enjoy the
sights with? Who knows.