Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, February 06, 2009

...under the blue of the sky

Breaking through the darkness, the hollow disappeared, as music from the mountains played softly to my ears. Spinning round in circles on the dance floor of life, I felt your warmth infuse like the kiss of the first morning light. I raced to the window, to see if you were there, as silence was befuddled of what my heart could hear. Reaching to the heavens, up to the heavens high, I dance with you my darling under the blue of the sky.

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