Trail of air words

             Soft words caress the wind as the hands move
like swans in the water. So carefully I listen. The motions
I don't understand completely but I am compelled
to absorb what is being said.

             Small feats are overcome, one new step is
drawn closer. Never would I have thought in years
passed that I would be in this moment. Still here I am
vibrant and unveiled enjoying the lyrics to a well
told story.

            So open I have been in rapid seconds. Though,
now a silent hope explodes. Such a sight to experience.
Ah the magnitude of speech, of lessons taught in one
session.

           So open I felt until motion felt explored. Down
the mind falls until the forgotten pain finds roots.
Spreading, climbing. Not letting go until wrecked from
throbbing.

         Alas the sigh that exists only wanted a voice.
Still the only one that hears is Jehovah. No play to
anyone. No signs to give. Just explained in tears and
prayer.

          Still I am reminded to rejoice, be vocal of my
thoughts to all who were unable tonight. Will I, though,
be same in the enthusiasm as tonight? Oh I do not know.
I can hope, if those who are interested, see I have
settled. No need for my stories, my joy to be retold.

       I have stated my clear joy to my Father, Jehovah.
That is enough.

       For now the words of vibrations quake before
my memory as I follow the clear trail of saltiness
walking down freckled paleness.

       Indeed I will provide your answers but not
as I did today. Alas a lesson learned. My excitement.
my joy is not always others.

       I walk now, in a memory stained. Loving the
gained views, hands of a vocalist and lots of great
faces to etch inside my spirit.

      Indeed I wanted to take a moment to
let you explore my joy, even though I am currently
in a lost role. Alas I hope you gained a perspective
of the beauty I have felt. If not, your loss for tomorrow
is another day, a new selection of placed joys
awaiting to be installed.

      Yes cornered continuously but I am content. I know
how to exit. I know plenty. Though still rain finds
a home and sleep I crawl to forget.

      Good night to those who ask of tomorrow.