Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, November 14, 2008

...so blue

I saw it for the first time, it made the sky so blue, it taught the mountains to embrace with all the love of you. I felt it from a distance and I felt it so very close and as the wind began to roar, I felt the beauty soft and gentle like the petals of a rose. I heard the whisper, not of words did it speak, but to my heart the sounds of love tapped to my soul a beat.
Each set of words a combination,
from heart to heart and soul to soul,
releasing all the darkness ,
so only love has a hold.

1 comment:

Mark said...