Warming hope

                Warmth expressed in volumes overrun the
clear moments of chills. Fever increased just to soak
up more memory infused dreams.

                Shh I hold still long enough to press open
a thought. Simple is the echoes displayed before me.
Oh how I love to show so many parts of me to those who
inquire. However after two or three straightforward answers
I draw conclusion  that the questions were just bits and
pieces of a kind conversation starter.

                Ah I slide back down. Down, down I go until
the next vibrant wave of light bounces off of me.

                 So softly I place my views inside a box.
Some locked, tucked away into a hopeful dream. A
gentle sigh that falls open before the sounds of nature
clicking. So, ever, calm is the need of peace.

               Still glowing is the travelling levels of sunlight
embracing pale, freckled tones. Interesting how one hope
can bring on such love and warmth to keep pressing
me further.

               The positive afterglow of the moonlight settled
across the darkened sky, so peaceful yet so energizing.

               So here I am bathed in woolen warmth. I begin
to slide myself further and further into the layers of
blue silk. Edging the bound red strand into a loosened
mass frizz.

               A silent whisper of deep love, binding hope
all inside a prayer. Yes my dear friend, a thought of
you, of us woven, shining bright until my blue slate
says good night.