A brilliance inside a reel

       Small bits of tender rays peek over the sky. A tiny
glimmer of morning dawning. The memory of a giggle.

        Squeezing my waist as I recall the tugging of a
soft hug. A calm, a peace inside one exhale. So joyful
as, right now, the reel replays over and over the
emotion felt.

       Perhaps a dreamy state of reality hits with
pounding feathers yet the voice is altering nothing.

        Ah though the sound of me thinking openly,
freely. So kind is the tickle of whispers. The laid
breath across cooled air.

       Indeed the pressed tightness echoes yet
another step becomes opportunity. Still though what
is there? What can be given, what of extraction?

       I would ask but only a smirk of a new pattern
arrives. The words of a few instances vibrate and
radiance explodes. Still, though, what are the
thoughts, the dreams?

      Oh how the finer points of the crisp black and
whites expand. The individual pixels of grays just
blend. So pure is the movie in motion.

      Yet what is there? What is real? What can be
taken without hesitation? What may benefit from
the exploring?

       Ah indeed the smallest of gestures, clearing
the face of texture. The rolling of simple parts of
joy. Midnight gray steel hides a smile.

       Yes for certain the clicking of the 3 millimeter
film tracks a deafening thrill. Somewhere in the
day, perhaps, a strengthening builds. The mind can
only dig deep for the hope and give grand entrances
to the wave of trickling rains.

      For sure the bits of tenderness is earned, yes?
The exact tone unclear but certainty of joy greeted
is explained. So I am just looking inside the box
for the brighter colors. The hope that the glimpse
of heightened laughter becomes a memory recalled.

      A simple cure of released forms. Ah a sigh
is displayed inside my lungs. Pinching but defined
as a hope somewhere, someone was dreaming and
hoping the same.

      The softest of breezes caresses the copper vibrance
as I say hello and lean into a good night in the early
morning hues.

     So dare I hope? Yes! Dare I ask? Always!

                  A brilliant idea for tomorrow, yes, my
sibling?