Words of heightened joy

           Such rolling thunder pounds throughout my mind.
The words echoing down, scream in escaping terror. Opening
the voice to forget just for a few seconds. Oh how I
crawl deep inside warm covers to seek out the new ways
of the next level of disregard.

           Still there seem to be no motions of backward
steps. Listening as the mind screams, demanding the
voice of rain. Just shallow enough are the clear tappings
of small fingers across the keyboard. Dancing lightly
in rapid succession, a musical bit of art as every
syllable is, at last, emptied from the quaking mind,
dream.

           Oh how the images of hope are in bold, intense
colors. Only that of another artist can understand the
definition. Displayed across time is the clarity of
demands that quake, tremble the possibility of a smile.

           Decadent is the idea of the humor in a big grin.

           As though only for a moment, stands real clarity
and then that of the world dares to dement any form
of a positive mood. Running in circles, I may seem. Many
pebbles are landing as the coldness tries to weave
strength inside the negativity.

         Shout as I may, of the sad moment within. Standing
at the doorway begging the loudest of knocks, would
the people be tone deaf? The knowledge of where, how
life has fallen should only press open what the mind
into hoping that a quietness should seek out the strings
in the unbreakable wind.

         A tight woven strand clings tighter with the oncoming
fight for strength of joy, dreams and goals. Some
distances seem impossible for these few seconds passed
but down the hour make leap from the bearings.

       Is this possible for one? I don't claim to know any
part of what will be seen, known. I can only rely on
the dreams, heightened long enough to open into the
foggy morning rays.

      Prepared to take the necessity to a newer level.
Can that be a continued demand, recommendation of
the hopes that are flying throughout the soul, diving deep
into the spirit?

     For sure.

      Hoping now for the thoughts to calm. The rattle of
chattery teeth to enhance the voice, the lungs to decorate
the air with soft giggles.

      So entertain the words for just one moment, please.
Listen to the commanding heartbeats and allow all that
is raging inside to etch a newfound hope.

     Can you do that, dear friend? One hope.
Satisfaction of a good smirk, of sighs inside sparkling
daring baby blues. Would the view increase the
daytime levels of acceptance of hardiness?

     I hope. The wonder of joy tasted, found. I smile
with a possibility to create a vivid clarity of a good piece
of simple bliss.