Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, December 04, 2006

Bed Rock

Wakened by the dogs barking and I couldn't fall back to sleep.In the middle of a dream with you.

Sitting down on the old bed rock,
memories started flooding and
wouldn’t stop.

Late autumn and her bitter cold,
introduction to the winters hold.

Toe tapping and singing a song,
heart beating louder duets along.

Chilled embrace of a day long gone,
yesterdays reminder through a
love song.

Stream bed nearly dry, mountain
cold water trickling on by.

The day nearly ended and the sun
to set, rain started falling and
I’m get wet.

Frozen glaze as it hits the ground,
icy reminders sparkle all around.

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