Stained but not faded

                 Open your mind to the simple layers. Peeling
away a new color to reveal a closer point of joy.

                 Oh is it possible? To apply a thinner or an eraser
to make the defined line blurred or faded? Did you wait
to experience a moment such as this? An unveiling of sorts
to a new piece of who you have become.

                The sounds of sighs that tug open the eyes
just grace the thicker lines holding us stronger. The woven
layers that have been placed, stretched and molded
to the right sheen of protection.

                 Oh how the beauty of silk and lace can be
delicate but sturdy enough to last a lifetime. Still what
is a lifetime without love, trust, faith and some sort
of unbreakable bond?

                  Oh perhaps I am vibrant in the viewing of
my confidence. Even I may be way off key in the
levels of drama but still there are a few I love deeply.
Those are a rare handful, I pray that the depth is the
same for me if not a bit stronger.

                Careful I am my heart beat strums against
a carved piece of glass. Stained by time but not faded.
Sun locked but not blurry. Old but far from worn
and tired.

               Indeed a piece of joy if I am somewhere
in your mind.

               So dear friend, the levels I am layered by
compounds the views of fresh happiness. Oh I am
bound by an unbreakable thread, a link of you and I.
I so pray that you, too, are clinging to it with all your
strength given.