A Thursday Storm

           Layers that put back, unwind lovely surprises.
Expressions that hold lasting, etched memories across
my mind.

           Hilarious lines that mean so much. Hoping
for a kindness yet a tiny leap for the meanings to
burst.

         Can I feel the sighs? Indeed as they fall. No
expectations. No wonder the need to enter into the
misty daybreak. Ah how the hope of smiling faces to
send me off.

           Here, now hold my hand just once. Feeling
the pulse underside. Here I prove I am real, I am
breathing.

           Oh the moments of decadence. What of
that piece? Tiny signs. Tiny gestures mean more
after so much cruelty.

          Years built up. So much crashes into the night.
Causing the gasping and a decade of wheezing. So
much plays upon what brings on the formality.

          Such a stearness as my mind stands cold,
distant the soul observes there is kindness but only
to strangers.

           So entertain the dispays, the descriptions
with worthy parts of thanksgiving. Gestures, motions
prove the layers into a melting. Interesting how just
one moment can bring joy and pain into sights.

          Staying. So tall I stand. All of the five feet
five and half striking the stormy clouds. A hope that
a barrier is built. That the strings that try to pull,
learn that this woman's mind is in control.

          Oh how just one click of the camera can bring
just one profound, stunning beauty. Yet who is looking?
Who is searching?

          Does the sights view what is hidden in layers,
distance in levels? I know knot of how I am seen, viewed
but the eyes plainly express their changing
temperatures. From the softest baby, sky blue to the
the cold, hard stormy steel. Which have you viewed?
Which one is your favorite?

          Oh the gentlest forms of air are exhaled. A
soothing of a lovely country song echoing the
sweetest melody of hope inside my mind. The
kindness of a warm memory brings forth the leaps
of joy, of happiness.

          So much is sought and found. Dancing, swaying
to the lyrics. Singing and smiling across ear to ear.
Freckles, upon a pale canvas, spread.

          Oh here is the stunning, the radiance of
simplicity after rainy days. Oh the openings that
create just spectacular possibilities.

         On such a good day to experience it all.
One more uplifting song and the day must begin.
The storm of a Thursday will disappear and the
shine of the sun will bring a whisper of a rainbow.

        Will you, dear friend, join me?