Soft Rocks

[Broad_For_Hire]

Patiently frozen, awaiting the sign
So that I shall be allowed,
movement in the dim morning light.
To no longer sulk within the eternal shadows.
Retracting my claws from my saviors back
Golden road unfolds before me,
and I take my first step.

No fear am I holding,
while I embark on embarking-
nor memories flooding my steps
as if they were muddy puddle splashes
clinging to my clothing.
A memory no soap can wash away.
My road is clear, dry, and golden,
Troubles are soft under my feet.

[wideyed]

sounds like an early morning poem.. the sun a cool friend, not yet a blazing enemy.. cool sheets and a sleeping beauty..juicy like a fresh memory