From freckle to freckle

           Edge to edge the radiance shines. One piece
of glorious shaking prevails and soul I ever alert.

             Holding onto an ever- climbing descent of
clouds. Those that hover in hopes the joy exits in rapid
motions. Hold still and it will take over as the game
of tag begins.

           Sitting here on lasting notes of a hope. Some
of it seems as though in whipped stanzas but they really
are in a cascading freeform. So clear the echo of the
evening grabs hold. Telling my mind that the glowing
warmth will soothe and rock me to sleep.

           Now allowing a shred of worry to follow,
penetrate into closed lids I hold up a sigh. Exhaling.
All finds it's form across the chilly room.

          Singling out one bit of kindness, I smile. The
forthcoming of a sound dream, all in hopes. Daring a
flash of quirkiness I laugh inside. So brilliant are
the baby blues. Widely spread are the high cheekbones.
Stretched are the freckles dancing across my button
nose.

        Shh, I say, allow the sleep to take hold. The
calming of a worn baby sister. Entertainment as I
fall under downy clouds of powdery blues. Softly I
whimper as I slip further into bliss. A sigh is murmur
as the depth is greeted.

       Here I hug you with all that I have, all that I
am. Saying to you, goodnight my sibling. Just as a kiss
well sent enters the wind.