Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Atop The Highest Mountain.

Atop the highest mountain, I called out to wind,
to send all my love from whence my life begin.

The moment that I woke up to a smile upon my
face and the jitters in my heart that time could
not replace.

Stars upon the heavens, a sparkle in my eye
both shining brightly for which I can’t deny.

Listen to the whisper, it comes from within
your heart, a melody of love to brace us
through the dark.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! So very true!

Rachel C Miller said...

Good Evening Mark! I see that I am not the only romantic around here. Life is wonderful it becomes beautiful beyond words when shared.