I decide to get up.
My brain has been talking to me all night anyway.
It is very dark and I tiptoe
Trying to be quiet
But it is no use,
The old floors creak no matter how light my step.
The wind brings a comfort in its steady howl;
I am not alone after all in this darkness
In these early hours.
I am trying to gather beautiful things today.
I can feel what they are supposed to be
But I cannot quite touch them.
I sense them at the far reaches of my heart
Where they are patiently waiting
To be embraced.
Engulfed
By
Me,
My
Mind and
Soul.
I am tiptoeing
Softly
Closer to them,
So as not to
Frighten them
Away.
There I will
Bring them together in my soul
And carry them home
Where they belong.
Chole Into Diamonds 