Decorated breaths

             Oh the decorated breaths that just find
no words stun me. Shockingly brightest of the light blue
with twinkling stars. So beautiful. Enhances each
step I take.

            Such glory inside the sights given inside my
morning walk. The grand viewings only seen in my
solo moment. Silently I just fall into the sky. Feeling
the joy floating throughout my spirit.

         Oh say you want to experience this moment too.
Say you want to be invited into the cool morning
air to entertain your lungs with the sharpness I
experienced. Say it. Join me just for a moment.

         Closing my eyes as the breeze picked up those
loose coppery curls. Tickling my pale, freckled neck.
Oh I smile in just the making of that memory.

       Storing and recalling the joyous love vibrating
all around me. Soothing words echo inside my mind.
Lyrics that beckon a voice but slienced by an
awe inspiring, breathtaking view of crisp skies and
sparkles.

       So sure of the sighs that fall between rosy lips.
Drawing a smirk from left to right. High upon my
cheekbones.

     So clear is the necessity to gain that breath too.
Enjoy the beauty of Jehovah. Step outside and just
breathe.

     Oh how I cannot leave off with that kind demand.
The beauty shines throughout my soul as the gentleness
commands a friend.

   Silly how I feel at this very moment but I open my
eyes to inhale as though the last surviving breath. Oh
glorious is the first fiery sensation of sharpness.

    Carefully the beckoning of family, of friend to
dance just one tiny step inside this light blue
movie. Just one motion to display.

    Oh I sigh. The echoes, the quakes, the shivers just
open into the grandness. Dare you experience it?
Dare you branch out and feel every tingle from
the sight. Feeling all the joy soaking up into your
soul, deepening the appreciation of our Father,
Jehovah.

    Here. Come see, feel, shine.

                 Now inhale my dear friend.