Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Real Love

Reflected in a rose, in the mountains, rivers and the snow.
In the song of a blue bird in a tadpole as it grows.
Gentle to the touch and felt in every breeze, beyond
barriers of time and a cold winter freeze.

1 comment:

John said...

just another way true love
shows itself. Gentle and warm regardless how cold the season.