Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 04, 2008

One Fallen Tear

My eyes met with the etching of the delicate laced leaves as they left a trail in silhouette where the earth ends and the stars begin. My mind a drift, again captured the memories, which embraced my being. I felt distant and then a chill that came from one fallen tear shook me into reality. I could feel the moistness as the tear gently streamed over my cheek, almost as if it were in slow motion. Like a snowball rolling over a hill on a hot summer day, a release of the dreams that had taken my heart by storm and my soul by surprise flowed uncontrollably.


In the wake of a moment I experienced the depth

the spirit can travel to hold close your memory.

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