Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Distance foolishly made a play
to come between us this winter day,
my body knows of empty arms,
and the mountain of trees that act as bars.

Weep not of heartache nor despair
my heart knows that you are here,
in the winds that kiss my cheek
and in each snowflake your love is seen.

Empty of vision and silent of sound
till the rhythimic beat of love was found,
dancing joyoulsy above the clouds,
only bonded souls allowed.

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