Cold winter night

So clearly I hold open my hands. My mind expands into the cooling wind. Upturned is my face as I lean in, closing my eyes, a hope. Begging for one lasting kiss. Ah such silliness.

My endearing proclamation of joy spreads deep within my spirit. Bringing forth this set in stone hope, a calming hold from comforting arms.

Here I stand.

I curl my fingers around the brick corner and allow the whisper of tears to glisten. Caressing paled freckled cheekbones, stung by bitter cold.

So gently the memories of yesteryears step into play. Likened to the oldies that flicker without sound. I lean back in recalling how small I am in such a wide world.

The echoes of whistling breeze finds me. Kindly pulling me back to stand tall. Flickers of red sticks flash wildly against my forehead.

My eyes look to the darkened sky. Slight hues of light and purple navy soar. Such a fierce bond of refreshing love unwind.

Exploring the boundaries of my contained words, I smile. Turning the rosy paleness to soft petals of creamed pearls. Oh how I feel decadent just to burst, freely, into laughter.

Here, outside, in coldness where my spirit is free. My mind unleashes and all that crushes me is destroyed in the blink of the wind. Not at all am I restrained when my hopes are released.

Once more I can dream about those flickering oldies and feel peace when the love is showered.

That is the goodness of a cold winter night.