Smirk inside a hope

          The curiosity of the chill that is aching to draw
bumps across paleness. Oh ever so soft is the raging
echoes of laughter.

          Seated here is the smiles of joy, the long sighs
of relief and the tired yawn of hidden happiness. Ever
so quick was the day over.

         Somehow the silence in the day drew so much of
me and the quirkiness stayed shy. How that happened, I
am unclear but still made the day go smoother.

          Still the voices, the tapping of keys to hold a
conversation would have been nice. I cannot complain
that the necessity of ringing a tone or speaking the
words was any more important than just enjoying the
gift of nature.

        Dare I ask of anyone to speak to me? No. I wait.
I hope. I pray. I dream. Then I finally sleep because
today is near the end. Still one word: love echoes inside
my spirit.

       A hug of forms decorated my soul and pressed tight
my spirit. Oh how I wanted reality but still thoughts over
a day do motivate this woman to rejoice.

       Here as the night closes in and coolness settles upon
the earth I weigh the only few random pieces that could
affect anything currently.

       Gray cashmere warms limbs and bright striped socks
dance upon toes. Oh the gentle tuggings of a quirky smirk
hits keys above the rosiness and crinkles a small button
nose.

        So here I say shhh. Just breathe into the evening
sky and hope, like I do, for a hug among families. A
warmth to pull close and to draw sighs of comfort. Small
victories inside a hope.

        Would you, did you hope for something as grand as
this? Just one dream? Just to fulfill the answer to
someone else's prayer?

        Could you?