Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, May 26, 2007

The Tapestry

A wind blown weave of many colors, a performance on display, natures cast of players danced beautifully upon the stage. Shy the sun, hidden behind the clouds, sent little rays of sunlit warmth to light up the skies of grey. Flowers blooming from shades of gold to periwinkle blue, made the casting call and gave the curtain around the hollow a iridescent hue. Sadness took center stage for a dragged out moment or two, and I felt the
loneliness pounding it's way through. Beauty in the mountains and in the trickling of the stream and yet my heart still ached at what was taking place in the dream.

The most beautiful of moments feel incomplete when denied your love.

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