A memory

     Irritation, loneliness such words
cough up resistance inside of me.
Tortured by the remains of the day.

    One small hope to expand into the
new morning light. That one glimmer
of shining light. Oh so grand that the
radiance erases the feelings.

    Indeed the plea of tickling joy
finds the strands of dark amber.
Soon the slightest hint of color crease
into high cheekbones. Roaming down
a trail of freckles to land upon
pale pink roses.

    The light of hope spreads. Engulfing
the ragged breaths and expanding
the lungs upon a laughter. A bit of
kindness burst from within the mind.

                    A memory.

    Bold and wild. So carefree that
all the lowliness evaporates and
the aqua blues vibrantly exchange
hues. The dancing violets become
fragrant in the heated stare.

                   A memory.

     So childish and joyful that the
soul swings throughout the midnight
air. Swirling in decorated stars.

     Yet you may inquire - how so
grand? Indeed all I can say is a shy
giggle and walk away. A tune I carry
so vividly that the spirit of me
bounds in wondrous faith.

        Indeed, just a memory.

     Still the curiosity that faintly
entices you, I hold your hand. Just
listen as you close your eyes. Feel my
joy.

    Maybe you find a kind memory too.
One that draws you from the lowest
corner. Perhaps you, too, see and feel
the dream, my memory.

    Such a smile as I kiss your forehead.
The wind rushes over us and I giggle
loudly. Oh just listen.

           Just to my memory.

    Do you hear the reason now? Feel
it in the wind? See it in the tunes
displayed? Just a wider view indeed.

    A low moment I found hope.
                   Yes in us.
      
                   A memory.

    Made and maintained by a grand
piece of time, of patience and love.
Yes to include one hope of this joy
can strike me out of the moodiest
moments.

    A gesture I am ever thankful for
an allowance to be made.  Simple.
Complex.

       Indeed just my memory we are.