Shaky grin

             Tightness rolls across a memory. Holding onto
a hope that descends miles and years of wait time.

             Oh careful of the echo inside the thought. Simple
of the want and opening of the dream. Shh listen as
I whisper across the midnight sky.

             Hold tight for your eyes may wander as the words,
the sights and feelings may cause your world to quiver. Oh
the sight of shaky grounds.

             Such kindness inside the smile that holds upon
rosy lips. The mind sends waves of tiny tickles, ripples
down the spine. Chills vibrating throughout the evening
name.

           Several moments pass as the silence sits holding onto
the shell that embraces the dream. I dare you to ask what
is so joyful about this one moment, this space in time.
I am sure, though, some may already have the answer.

           Yet the hold the answer inside.

           Clarity finds a piece. Now gathering the correct
assumptions of the instance, a brightness calls to the
shine inside, throughout my spirit. Breaking free is the
glimmer in stormy grayish blues.

           Now I beckon you to smile. Hold tight upon the
sight of a shaky, shy moment. Entertain your soul
for just one more second as your mind displays the
grin from ear to ear.

          Oh the hello inside a conversation still finds my
voice saying "not yet". Hold out just a little longer and
a small stream falls down paleness.

         Now a huge recollection inside one instance of a new
hug. Oh exits the exhausted but excited hope. Surely the
wilderness in the memory, indeed, spreads a tiny bit of
happiness.

          Here I sit in ribbed blue and paleness hoping my
eyes will echo into the warmth. Saying the final goodnight
for the day. Way into the early morning hours.

       So my dear friend will you be holding tight, clutching
when your soul, your very foundation shakes?