A paged letter

Swirling. Dancing. Hoping.

The music of the wind.  The soft chills upon the freckled skin.

A rolling thunder that quivers inside my spirit.

Hear. Just breathe in the scent of cedar, pine and rose petals.

Holding onto a treasured memory. Cling to the joyous moment. Just a few seconds longer.

Do you feel the roar of excitement drilling inside of your mind, your soul?

Does your spirit seek the advice of Jehovah? Just as mine does?

Reality bites and back stabs us in so many directions. Yet would you have stopped for a moment to see the good in those who attacked?

Feel the peace they may have?

Dreams of yesterday may be wrong or they may be raw into your bones but we still keep hoping for the positive.

Never a goodbye ringing in my ears. Nor I pray in yours. Yet dancing before you is my 12 page love letter.

Please discard any notion that it is formally just for you. Oh no it is of my hopes and dreams. My layers peeled back, exposed and ready to be explored.

Yet do you deserve to peek at even one page?

Waving in the wind they scatter just like the old photographs of yesteryear.

Still a hope you find one page that makes you finally understand one level of me.

Who knows the depth of words, expressions explained.

Would it help or worsen the view of me? Ah I cannot wonder of that. Just hope.