Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Sunday, March 08, 2009
The moment should have been special, as I anxiously waited to see the musical begin as the curtains faded away. The colors so vivid, song and dance within the play, and there I sat in body, while my spirit was miles away. The lights were distracting, I turned each time to see, but all that I had hoped was that you would walk in and sit down next to me. I couldn't stop the images, they altered the very night, I could have been anywhere, but I was in your arms so tight. The evening air was cool, I covered with my cape as I fought to keep my eyes open and stay awake. My mind slipped to the journey, the years were going fast and I wondered what was the meaning and at that moment I laughed. Memories were flooding, they flowed from the heart and soul and at that very second, I knew how much you had a hold.
If no one hears, but one, let it be your heart, that beats to the sounds of love.
If no one can see beyond the mountains, allow your soul the sight of the heavens.