Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Touching Down In The Wind

Down by the gazebo, let your heart follow me, there I saved a seat, for you and I to dream. Hold on to the blue sky, let the sunshine on in and there you'll find our love touching down in the wind.
Yesterday is heavy it weighs upon the soul, 
and tomorrow the challenge to unlock 
what today has bolt.
Fate- 1. A fixed decree by which the order of things is prescribed; the immutable law of the universe; inevitable necessity; the force by which all existence is determined and conditioned. Can we alter the future by closely examining our choices and making a alternate decision ? 

Cause and effect, breaking barriers, bridging hearts are they predetermined or built strategically? Like a house of brick starting with a foundation and laying the blocks of experience along the way , each interlocked creating a tight bond in which we follow or purely serendipity.

 No end to a rainbow...



Mark said...

Very nice! I have always had a secret love affair with gazebos.

Rachel C Miller said...

Lol I guess it's not a secret anymore. Smiles