Chairs
sending down these notes of mine. the words mean naught but the depth is grandeur in its own self play. The night settles down and the tired ways ease. The sighs roll down and the legs pull up. Dance the spirit craves. Yet the weary soul laughs and says not tonight darling.
So the night becomes alive and the stars begin to sing their sweet lullabies. The swaying in the deep blue seems to be the only way to wander in the night. Slowly but surely the entertainment of the evening begins as the fingers press go.
No channel flipping and no odd feelings. Just the flick of the wrist and the fingers type away. Words that mean nothing alone but together they have a voice to reckon with.
So even as I massage my scalp searching for the pins, dropping them to the counter the ginger hair falls to the bare shoulder and beyond. A soft sigh echoes in the room. The sweetness of a released tension. Calmly the soul exhales and relaxes further.
Downward spinning are the work ended garments. The night is decadent for the candles are lit and the bubbles stream high above the tub. Softly I rush to turn off the water. I giggle because its just in time so no splashing over the edge.
Drain it a little.
Soaking. A bliss that is exercises the mind and spirit to completely be voided of the day gone by. The ginger strands are licking the bubbles and slapping the shoulders yet I pay little attention to that. I close my eyes. Absorbing the heat and the aroma.
Softness emerges and a completely renewed me sits on the edge of the tub. Gently I pat down. Then entertain the blues and circles. Indeed a lightened mode I am in.
The night unfolds to the gentleness of a fond memory. One that seems so long ago but just days passed. I day of laughter and lots of smiles. Then I close these blue slates only to come back smile wider than before.
Indeed kindness in spinning chairs.
Yet it means nothing to anyone but me. Swirling and having a childish moment. Indeed I laugh.
Does anyone else?
Now to let the allowance of the softness soothe all senses and I drift into a dreamy state. For certain this is exactly how the day should end. Perhaps?
So the night becomes alive and the stars begin to sing their sweet lullabies. The swaying in the deep blue seems to be the only way to wander in the night. Slowly but surely the entertainment of the evening begins as the fingers press go.
No channel flipping and no odd feelings. Just the flick of the wrist and the fingers type away. Words that mean nothing alone but together they have a voice to reckon with.
So even as I massage my scalp searching for the pins, dropping them to the counter the ginger hair falls to the bare shoulder and beyond. A soft sigh echoes in the room. The sweetness of a released tension. Calmly the soul exhales and relaxes further.
Downward spinning are the work ended garments. The night is decadent for the candles are lit and the bubbles stream high above the tub. Softly I rush to turn off the water. I giggle because its just in time so no splashing over the edge.
Drain it a little.
Soaking. A bliss that is exercises the mind and spirit to completely be voided of the day gone by. The ginger strands are licking the bubbles and slapping the shoulders yet I pay little attention to that. I close my eyes. Absorbing the heat and the aroma.
Softness emerges and a completely renewed me sits on the edge of the tub. Gently I pat down. Then entertain the blues and circles. Indeed a lightened mode I am in.
The night unfolds to the gentleness of a fond memory. One that seems so long ago but just days passed. I day of laughter and lots of smiles. Then I close these blue slates only to come back smile wider than before.
Indeed kindness in spinning chairs.
Yet it means nothing to anyone but me. Swirling and having a childish moment. Indeed I laugh.
Does anyone else?
Now to let the allowance of the softness soothe all senses and I drift into a dreamy state. For certain this is exactly how the day should end. Perhaps?
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