Softer words lay

       Faltering episodes of emotional turbulence. The
rages of sighs that echo deep within my every thought. Oh
to just stay quiet long enough to allow the words
a breathe of air.

        The soft wave that crashes over the grains of sand.
Holding, clinging to the one moment that could be theirs.
A defined clarity settles before and quakes the soul to
into an unrelated area.

        Watching, though the reality as it slips further and
further into darkness. Ah the words that cater to dreams.
Such vivid colors, so lively are the scenes. Replay I beg,
to entice.

        Just wait. Hold onto the hope that fields of joy will
become a called sight in the next breath. Alas though the
future cannot be told. Only the hope inside a prayer of
faith.

         So join me for a moment on this intriguing jaunt of
wonder. Entertain yourself with the splendor of a
laugh descending upon the wind. Feel the rolling of
smile gleam across the memory. Dance inside the bits of
hope, just as I am, for today is one more time I get
to breathe and give my thanksgiving to Jehovah for the
simple joys.

       Now glaring up towards the sky I say my hellos. If
the hope is there within you, then maybe you heard.
Grab hold and never release.

        Hmm a grand smirk sits well and the good night
sings inside my head. Softly I lay my head to the pillow.
Closing the stormy slated almonds. Off to dream of
dreams.

        Say, did you enjoy those moments too?