Joy in return

       Views of joy slipping down a bit of hollowness.
Soundless but echoing throughout my mind. How
hasty I reacted to a kindness.

       Chilled to the core. Bittersweet are rages of
fire. Still a treat within a smirk. Clearly a new
hope clings openly for all to observe, inquire.

       Shh if you knew my levels you would know
my words. The waves of pure opportunity just open
widely as a soothing moment of peace falls
throughout my spirit.

        A bit of soaring freedom thrives within me.
A sigh of relief casts shards of laughter as my mind
rolls over and over the decadent replay of one
pleasing joy.

       Ahh indeed goodness focuses off the cooling
darkened skies and onto a warming hue.
   
       Awakened once more for a little hint of smiles.
Cracking inside a piece of happiness a tiny request
of a hello screams upon the wind.

       Dare I knock and allow just this one thought?
A warming, gentle tug of joy that holds clarity within
the grasp of all who participates. Oh I do want this
moment of truth to be mine again.

      Not bold enough in current state. One day, perhaps,
a hope might be there. All that I inquire on is will there
be resistance or willing to help?

      Not now. Not next year. Maybe five or even ten long
years. Would I still be a part of a prayer?

       Hmm. For that is a question that finds crunching
inside my thoughts, in my dreams. Perhaps, yes, one
day.

      For now, though, sighs have to press me on. Words
Jehovah brings to me for food have to be clear. So
one day when a need strikes I will be capable of
supporting.

      Ah I would only hope the same in return.