Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 10, 2009

My Affection

I beseech thee to gaze down from the heavens and respond in all your glory for I have many questions in the telling of this story. Triggered by all the emotions, passion, plight and joy, I wonder through the day like a sometimes broken toy. The journey leading forward and yet at the moment I feel still, as if the clock had sprung a spring and time could no longer deploy.

My heart felt the kindness and acknowledged that it was so, you had touched my heart and your love continued to grow. Simplicity alternating with the complications of desire, until reasoning surfaced and spun to the heart and soul a fire. Flames empowering rage with a predetermined direction, the aim from soul to soul a sign of my affection.


Mark said...

I have read and re-read this writing of yours a few times this morning. I love what you are saying. You express so well what so many feel. The clock is an excellent metaphor. Our journey is so simple even in it's complexity.

Rachel C Miller said...

Hi Mark,
Thank you as always for being so kind and open in your response, I too look forward to reading them.