Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 26, 2008

.. and than I opened my eyes.

The goblets are empty but anticipation appeared,
I prepared the dinner as If you were here.

My mind raced from the mountains to the sea,
imagined us in the snow and down by the beach.

I feared the moment would come to a stop and
I would open up my eyes and the dreams would


With you there is such acceptance,
without you the heartache pierces
my soul to cause excruciating pain.
I value the memory ... embrace the moment.

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