Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Leading Man

Silence on the stage, surrounded by a emptiness.
The curtains open and there in the darkness a
glimpse at life through the eyes of love.
Hey! Mr. Leading Man.


I’m reasoning with my heart and mind, Hello, hello,
goodbye, goodbye. You are like a fickle winter breeze,
unpredictable and filled with so much uncertainty.


A cap of snow settles down, a blanket of cold to cover
the ground. Irony filled it begins to relay a chill to the soul
yet holds the warmth of May.


Flakes of winter yet to thaw, frozen laughter, frozen tears,
truth or lies, happiness or fear. Then why! oh why ! do I want
you here?


There is something unique and yet innocent about the classic romance movies. It’s the boy meets girl and all the magic that is created out of simplicity. Each time you view one of these marvels of creation, you absorb just a little bit more of the emotion that explodes from the screen.

A sweet blend of reality and fantasy dances together in each script, from an era that breathed a bit of the Rockwell scenario, the white picket fence. Here in our imagination is where romance becomes the vessel that conveys the messages of love.

The stage can be the sandy beach under the night sky or watching a sun rise, cuddling in front of a fireplace while the snowflakes fall or even a walk in the park, or better yet a meeting in a crowded city with everyone looking on, perfect setting for boy meets girl.

Which take us to the characters, the leading man, handsome, debonair, the touch of romance, the song of heart. Which leads to the leading woman, ahhhhhh how do we say melt?

The magic is that everyone of every age can view one of these pieces of history and interpret it to the caliber of their understanding. Looking on at life and the dreams we hope to fulfill, I believe the message is the same as it has always been.

We are trapped in our world that teaches us more is better and yet what could be better then holding hands walking down by the stream, skipping stones, watching the hawk take flight, sharing hearts and placing a kiss forever on your soul.


I love you! You make one hell of a leading man !!!!!!


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