Silly dancing toes

        Silencing breeze opens, lifts white cotton. Chilling
the bare soul with tiny bumps. Ah so thrilling and so
calming inside one jaunt outside. Bare toes high on end
with slight hints of giggles echoing throughout the air.

        Shh listen to the lifting of copper, the tickling of
a nape. Quiet, daring yourself to adjust to the quick
dashing of white and flashes of red.

       Careful of the blinking, the view might be gone before
you realize.

      Ah now here I sit cradled inside a red chenille
blanket. Twirling my toes and twisting copper strands into
a plait. Tightening fly away honey into a tighter knot.

     Softly I giggle. Holding onto the breath that stung,
just a few seconds longer. Hoping for another reason
to dance upon my doorstep.

     So kind is the gentle desire to continue in feeling
the rush. So interestingly I prepare to close my eyes
instead. Still, though the heart pounds rapidly,
harder.

     Silly I am but just the possible view of dancing
stars is enough for me. Ah to receive just a smile inside
a memory, even more dazzling.

    So here, sit with me for a moment. Inhale. Hold
my hand and softly whisper a little bit of good news
inside my ear. So gentle. So clear.

    Yes I wait. Yes I hope. Until then my eyes of darkening
slate will float to sleep. Mind opened for a reel to
spin, a dream to unfold.

    How about you dear friend. Will your dreams be
remembered?