Smiles of steps
A smallness of smiles finds deep hope within
a memory. Not a craved crunch of yesteryears but that of
laughter and love.
Care to fall back upon the earth, watch the stars
until petals of snow dance upon our lips?
The softest of sighs that hold onto glimpses of
yes. Still the dream would seem impossible if we let go.
Why entertain negativity when joy surrounds an ambered
warmth?
Yes a hint of reality hits us but the night just
asks us to enjoy. Cater to the world's thoughts, later. Much
later.
Indeed the memory is grand, you see.
Not vain nor negative. A glimpse of peace, of love and
pure warming happiness.
Oh sure I am known to be a dreamer but
I am not hopeless. I have faith and I may cling to
my imagination. Yet I am not lost in depth of the puffy
white clouds.
Oh no my focus is real. My dreams are
planned goals. Still I do have room for love too. Yes
I said love.
A crazy romantic notion for sure. Perhaps
even a bit eccentric in the idea of novels passed. Still
the clutches of comfort, endurance and companionship
rings inside of me.
Yes I do not let go of that dream, nor the hope in one
day memories. However this image is not a forerunner in my
forever.
First is laughter. Second is learning. Third is thriving.
Fourth is teaching. Fifth is joy and happiness. Sixth is dreaming.
Seventh is pure calm, peace. Eighth is dancing and hoping. Ninth
is loving. Tenth is endurance.
Seems like a long list yet is so very simple. I am not
first but I am far from last.
Still I hope you join me one day, say the words I so hope
to hear. Dare I dream? Sure. Though no I do not cling to that
dream every waking breath. There is much placed before me.
Now opening the core. Here. Come, take my hand.
Do not waver when the bright lights appear. Do not be scared.
Together we walk. Only. Maybe. Perhaps when reality is
true.
a memory. Not a craved crunch of yesteryears but that of
laughter and love.
Care to fall back upon the earth, watch the stars
until petals of snow dance upon our lips?
The softest of sighs that hold onto glimpses of
yes. Still the dream would seem impossible if we let go.
Why entertain negativity when joy surrounds an ambered
warmth?
Yes a hint of reality hits us but the night just
asks us to enjoy. Cater to the world's thoughts, later. Much
later.
Indeed the memory is grand, you see.
Not vain nor negative. A glimpse of peace, of love and
pure warming happiness.
Oh sure I am known to be a dreamer but
I am not hopeless. I have faith and I may cling to
my imagination. Yet I am not lost in depth of the puffy
white clouds.
Oh no my focus is real. My dreams are
planned goals. Still I do have room for love too. Yes
I said love.
A crazy romantic notion for sure. Perhaps
even a bit eccentric in the idea of novels passed. Still
the clutches of comfort, endurance and companionship
rings inside of me.
Yes I do not let go of that dream, nor the hope in one
day memories. However this image is not a forerunner in my
forever.
First is laughter. Second is learning. Third is thriving.
Fourth is teaching. Fifth is joy and happiness. Sixth is dreaming.
Seventh is pure calm, peace. Eighth is dancing and hoping. Ninth
is loving. Tenth is endurance.
Seems like a long list yet is so very simple. I am not
first but I am far from last.
Still I hope you join me one day, say the words I so hope
to hear. Dare I dream? Sure. Though no I do not cling to that
dream every waking breath. There is much placed before me.
Now opening the core. Here. Come, take my hand.
Do not waver when the bright lights appear. Do not be scared.
Together we walk. Only. Maybe. Perhaps when reality is
true.
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