Was though a dream?

             The mind flashes a bit of wonder. Casting over
a slight memory. One by one the layers developed
are eased. Entertaining the open rights to one lasting
hope.

             How enjoyable a consideration of levels. Now
alas a moment to experience, to express. Oh how to
compare?

              Yet nothing to describe as noted. The words
do nothing as the thoughts, the highlights enhance
themselves.

              No doubt about how this hope did unfold.
The questions of the differences, the referrals is
there any weighed? Slight echo that holds, clings.

            Was it a dream? No. Every bit of reality
with conclusions. Still no worrying over what is
possible. How does that make reality a dream?
Who to draw from upon such standings?

          Oh how the joy found must have been
exceedingly radiant. Now clarity has been given.
Will the steps be natural or hesitated?

          The remains of the day will show. My words,
my actions will be given. Yet very confirmed that
all is free. Still will take demand to control if the
must is there.

          No chances of ruining an established note.
Hold tightly is the only hope.

           Yet my dear friend, I am certain that I
will allow measurements to remain. The day that
cleared into the dusky colors of an echo. One
breath that crossed a sigh. I have to remember it
was not just a hope opened.

       So the kindness of a hello sits well with a glow
of love. One by one the giggles fall and an interesting
piece of the morning light unfolds.

      Here I decorate the navy coldness with paleness
and a grand smile. Will you, too, be glad of the joy
I hold within? I hope that the layers released did
not empty into a oblivion.

       So here I recall a smile, a laugh that brings
together one more day of thanksgiving to Jehovah.
The givings of family and love unyielding in all the
forms and situations. I pray for some sort of
continuous learning process.

      Perhaps another chapter started.