Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, June 04, 2007

Storm

I kept on driving with the wind in my hair,
my mind a bit distant wishing you here.

The further I looked back, the faster I'd go,
traveling the back hills of the rain slick roads.

The sky calm after the storm, as I reached
for a life with a little more of the norm.

The day was hazy, till freedom was born
and then I saw cleary how love takes
on a storm.

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