Noire with honey melodies

                 So relaxed from being outside in crisp,
cold midnight air. The want, need to travel somewhere
itches inside of me. A twenty four hour destination.

             Is there such here?

                 Oh one does come to mind. Perhaps I could
go. Still though to sit all by myself seems to be too
isolating. Company is indeed a must, demanded.
Though I have no one to address at such an odd hour.

               A loss to say but what more can be said. I just
will have to remain indoors, stay put until later morning
hours. I need to find a way to calm myself into
sleepiness. Oh is that possible?

             A memory or two to help push me into wanting
to dream. Oh yes. Still I laugh for the memory is deep.
Almost too much so, that an achiness and intriguing bits
of sorrow collide. Pressing me tight, very taunt.

                   Continuing on.

           Alas coffee. The midnight elixir to awaken the
soul yet ease the mind. A sure fire way to send this
ginger into a fairytale slumber.

          Dark, black strong with a hint of honey. Oh to
have a sip, once more, of good coffee.

                        A hope.

        Perhaps even tomorrow? Oh but tomorrow is
already here. Soon, though, my eyes shall feel the
weights. The chills from my dash in frill, thigh high
white cotton will be erased by the heated cocoon. The
crackles of my core falls and the hardened peeks
remain alert, slowly calming as the warmth is absorbed.
The mind forgetting all.

       Still a weighed sigh falls here. Listening to the
heavy breaths that just echo into the fullest of
vibrations. Sadly the need to speak is there yet I
hold myself in check, in silence.

        The face crinkles into a smirk as the eyes of
steel blue flicker across a kind memory. Indeed the
softest of pulls decorate the closed eyelids.

         Hold clear just one more time as I clearly
entice myself into a wandering dream. The
mesmerizing lyrics of Punjabi, Hindi chords increase
the shivers. Therein lies the truth of the scenery
unfolding.

         Here I entertain the idea of one quick smirk,
one tiny hidden giggle. Oh as my mind flashes the
layers of film in black and white then gradually
upgrading to color.

       So kind is the beauty inside blackness, sweetened
by honey. Hmm. Indeed one way to gain bit of sleep
and introduce a hug in process.

                 All is possible indeed.

       So dear friend if the thought of flickering
scenery invites you to give instantly, I am grateful
for just a moment of your time.

       Within the main destination of sleep I will have
to wait for the decadence of midnight noir scents
folded with hints of tangy honey.

       So my dear friend, sibling may I inquire of a
small business exchange? Signed, sealed and
delivered evenly swapped with warmths of blue
haze, giggles inside a huge thank you?

      Even decorated with a tugging of the corners
of paled roses? Ah ha indeed all this is possible with
Jehovah!

      So I hope, I pray my answer will be given.

      Hmm the depth of midnight with the viewings of
aromatic honey. Delicious how a smile overtakes.
Pulling me into a dreamy state of bliss.

                 Good night my friend. Rest well with good
     dreams.