Seek the mind of words

        So soft is the mind trailing off into a memory.
Clearing the way of ravishing weeds and inducing the
spirit to soar.

        Slight is the whispering echo of the air seizing the
capacity of open lungs. Lingering long enough to blaze
fire through a narrow pathway.

        Oh holding up the dreams. Catching notes upon
the tones inside tomorrow's decadence.

        A bit of laughter seeks the sounds. Traveling
down a corridor the words vibrate. Holding a chilling
warden upon a sigh.

       Steps that are taken, dance across the eyelids.
Closing the eyes of steel to plainly state inside the mind,
a closing announcement.

      Holding upcoming events where they belong. Somwhere
unknown but not far away.

      Not clear on all that finds time throughout my spirit,
yes the emotions beg for my tears. I stand down.
Clearing the loosened ends with tighter weaves.

     Still I do not question. I still have the strength to
just admit a need of sleep. So here I fall. Here I am
decorated in the smoothest of silks, encased in the
coolest of cotton. No longer are red strands contained.

     A sigh opens and the eyes bury the concern into the
wind. A holding hope of possibilities for the early morning
light. Watching as the sun pokes into the dark navy.

      Indeed a grand smirk awaits. Careful, though, of
the opportunities of quickness. Absorb the slowness and
enjoy the time given.

      So I say to you my dear friend, I pray your sleep is
comforting and soothing. Now a good night shall become
that of greatness for the radiance of orange hues.

      Good morning shall soon be formed upon your
well awake lips.

       A tiny hello of a peck. Enjoy the hands of those
love. Indeed a necessity of wonders, of kindness.
Seek here, I whisper, come find me.