Positive stormy cornflower words
The words I wanted to say all emptied
upon dried rice parchment. Exploding from the mind
down to characters of well placed letters.
Overriding any distant emotion, I plainly
displayed my truth. Yes dearly I explored the questions
of how, of why. Then I answered with what and so.
Clarity was given as the sensitivity found
itself rolling over my back. Scurrying further and
further along the dusty road of yesterday.
The pop of renewal invited itself in and
the joy spread throughout my spirit. Singing a melody
to draw open the curtained smile.
Softly the giggles that hopes found, just
bounded down the evening light. Holding onto the dawn
of a new day. An opening of freshness without the
desperate attacks of uncertainty. Just a hope that is
well defined.
So yes the seasoned fire has closed. The
embers are growing to the dullness of darkened grays.
So beautiful is the aroma of yesterday's fragrances.
The characteristics of long awaited sayings just press
inside a cloud of exhaust.
Closing my eyes, a depth is engulfed and
the underlining thoughts unwind. The necessity to draw
lines in the mist become clear, then importance fades.
Softly an even breath unfolds. The layers
of files, memories are adjusted. The sighs give way as the
characters on rice parchment become floating curves.
A smile sits upon rosy lips. The thoughts, now,
not important. The questions die and the hopes for the
early morning begin a journey. A silent prayer
inside a dream carries until the cornflower storms flash
open once more.
A good, delightful night, I hope for you my
dearest friend. I hope that you are capable of
understanding that even in your silence you helped
beyond compare. Thank you for listening and
drawing me ever closer to my foundation ~ our
Father, Jehovah.
I hope dear friend, that your voice
entertains one day soon. I look forward to it.
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