A memory approved

                  Oh how the midnight hour has struck
and has passed. My eyes still shine in the brillance
of blues, widely. The mind still is echoing so many
intricate words.

                  Proudly put upon a display of hopes
as I tip over the sand for a new drawing. Clicking
against glass the grains send down a small mountain.

                  Opening a scene of laughter, of hopes.
Oh the days were colorful and endless. So long ago I
felt so free, so vibrant.

                   Yes now I am shining in another form
of brillance. Yes still there is an echoing laughter
exiting my pale lips. Yes still I am free.

                  Now though the changes hold closed some
of those memories until the chance to override.
Granting a new look on an old sight.

                  Not in a hurry to eliminate all that brought
sorrow, endless love and bittersweet joy. I hold those
to recall that I needed change. I hold those to replay,
to cover long enough to see the new breath I take.

                  Oh the hellos, the sad goodbyes. The
closure of a day worn thin. Still, sometimes, the
replay of a black and white film caresses the depths
of my emotions.

                 All is necessary to remind me I am real.
To stand tall and be proud of the viewings. The calls
to wave behind. Ah the simplicity that says "ahhhh"
in soft murmurs.

                Oh indeed a notion to make a positive leap
forward. Oh I sought out to gain ground only to drop
a thousand miles. So much, I wanted to hate. Still,
even now, I cannot find any reason to do so.

               Jehovah held me, his daughter. He held me
so close until I unbound myself to a memory. Folding
over the parchment. Closing the letters and dropping
wax to seal up until some day down the road.

               Oh how the questions unwind, unravel
and melt the wax. Still I find ways to let go,
reseal. The time isn't here yet.

               Standing within inches, breaths I can call
upon sighs that relax. Oh how the time stays hidden
just a while longer.

               A soft whimper blows inside the wind. The
murmur of a hope holds my head high. Jehovah brings
me family to hold, to cling to.

              Oh how I would never have entertained how
much the ending of this story would begin to build. So
much is left. So much is left unsaid, so much is
understood. Yet so much uncertainty here but I rely
upon Jehovah in those moments, those hours.

             So silent is the movie yet raging is the story.
The depth. The meanings. Oh the layers Jehovah has
uncovered. Still so much to experience.

              One day at a time. One breath inhaled in
this day. One more hope in a distance of loving
siblings. Oh a hope that tugs and draws me to a happy
dance. A smirk of joy inside a woven friendship.
One Jehovah has increased the vibrance of colors,
the strength in love and depth of years.

             So grateful to a memory. Strong. Drawn.
Hidden but no longer a secret, just shyly given. An
understated declaration of close family.

             Here I exhale as the last notes enter my mind
and I echo words of silliness between siblings. A
gentle reminder of Jehovah's bindings. A clarity that
gives meaning to new steps, new hopes and love
that can withstand anything.

             Simply grand that Jehovah approves. Do you
agree, my friend?