risen like fresh
bread out of the oven
or the toaster
you seem to always
be that flavor
and that scent
that lingers
though I’ve never
saw you face to face
or actually heard
your tone in my ears
funny how the secrets
and the way we talk
become notes
and are passed
like a airplane
in the night
and a journey
where the heart
and condition
as the sense
and pride
of joy
are felt like a
country smile
in the glaze of the summer
The misterman's take 
Like a country smile. You use so many good wordings that are different than the rest. That’s what makes your writing so good.
My brain stays flowing like water and hearing from you is a warm breeze of good energy