I smile, clinging upon

            The world unwinds and I fall into step with
the petals of hope. A soft sigh echoes inside as the wind
opens. Carrying me higher to a new focus of coppery
dancers.

            Oh how I giggle. Squeezing tight the depth of
cornflowers. Hoping for a new opportunity to be
explored. So much is decorating the mind. A sigh is
complimented with a smile.  It finds a dream
waving inside the glimmering tears, cornered by
creased almonds.

         Slowly I stir the curls and softly tap the
freckled paleness. Ah the slender curve my neck is
teased, so kindly, by a memory. A tickle that sends
chills throughout my being. Oh how I smirk.

          The hushed tones bring wonder, bring curosity
of the hope, of the dream. Oh the dare to inquire. Yet
the answer is already known. Just greeted by me
squeezing upon my hand, gliding over my tender
wrist.

          So close is the exhaling breath to the inhaling
exhaustion. Ever clear is the expectation yet so much is
opened to give. Expanding the view to see a wondrous,
vivid vibrance.

          Shhhh I whisper. Just feel. Just hold onto the
radiance of the softest parts of hope. Dream in color,
in a brilliant instance. Hold tight to the memory and
say yes to one lasting, decadent moment.

        Dare I beg? Dare I invite anyone to see the
shyness inside this quirky one? Oh yes I dare. Oh I
invite, I beg. Yet who really grasps the words? That
I am uncertain of. I only place a prayer within the
breeze. Joining the dancers and the petals in a
hope.

         Yes "the" hope. A small glimpse of a smile. A
tiny giggle is hidden. Depth search within this quirky
soul. Do you love?

          Hmm. Indeed so much to wonder, to echo
throughout. Just patience is stated. Here I close
the slate shutters to the cooling night air. Smiling.
I hold, cling upon a dream.