Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 21, 2008

Feathers of Indigo

You washed away the sorrow, you wiped away my tears, you erased all signs of sadness, and remove all traits of fear. Guided to the heavens, it was no surprise, how love could move a mountain and drain a river dry.

Feathers of indigo, memories of ole, flitting through the heart, anchors a mighty hold. Feelings mixed, play a silly game, they make the heart hunger and drive the mind insane. I can only imagine, the warmth of your embrace, can only dream of the sweetness of kissing face to face.

1 comment:

Mark said...