Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I can hear you...

Snowflakes falling melt gently on my face, a reminder of the magic that our yesterdays had placed. Ice formed upon the edges of the moving mountain stream; bridged the distance between reality and dreams. The winter white draped all that could be seen, but it couldn't’t block your love from reaching out to me. My voice began to crackle and still I could sing the songs of love and how much you mean to me. Spinning around in circles dancing with the storm, I begged the wind to listen like it never had before. Don’t take my love and blow it out to sea, don’t whisper precious words from memory. I employ all of the earth to embrace the heavens high and with it joint powers, unite our love for all time.


Mark said...

You speak of love in such a powerful and passionate way. You make my heart smile.

Rachel C Miller said...

Hi Mark,

Better to make one heart smile, than one soul cry. Thank you!