Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Morning Prayer

The hand of love held close my heart at night when darkness fell and slept had I in peace and calm until a glimpse of sunlight awakened me from the spell. Celestial a body as I stepped from bed to air and found your powerful embrace the answer to my morning prayer.

4 comments:

un dress said...

:)

e como é bom sentir a resposta assim!!




beijO

Rachel C Miller said...

Voice is meaningless fallen upon deaf ears and tragic when heard and not understood.

Beijo

Anonymous said...

Then its tragic, I see and don't understand un dress's comment

Rachel C Miller said...

Un dress said it feels good to get a reply... and I said that we live to interact.