Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 17, 2007

Pick A Cloud

Earth built walls between us,
mountain, rivers and farmed fields.
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Sensitive to my surroundings,
I could sense that you were
somehow here.
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Seizing the moment, a bit confused,
I danced on the clouds where passion
and love infused.
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A summer sun, a mask of dreams,
a paved road, to you it leads.
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Another day, another time,
we'll meet up on heaven's time.
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I'll take down the mountains, the
rivers I'll drain, and as for those fields,
it is close to harvest day.
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Deep in my heart, when you first took
my hand, we danced each day to a new
set of love commands.
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Smiles the custom, and laughter prevails
as I dance each morning to the magic
of the Catskill.
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