Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, September 26, 2008

Bridged by the Clouds

From the mountains to the blue skies, from the leaves on the trees, a semblance of love and what you mean to me. Strength unfaltering in a unending dream, life reoccuring through your memory.

No fear, no worry, no heartache allowed, in your arms the distance is bridged by the clouds. Happiness, dressed in a smile from morning through through the twilight your love is found.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

learned a lot