Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

La la la

  The dafodils bloom in a storm like
 your love through the night sky.

    Love... there is no fear, no sadness, no heartache.

My only sorrow is for those who have yet to experience
 the beauty of love as it blankets the earth. 
Anyone can a hold hand,
 only you can hold my heart.  
Scripted from the heavens, written in the blue, 
a joyous reminder of all my love for you. 


Anonymous said...

Your photo of the daffodils surviving the storm is powerful and the words from your poem are lovely.

Rachel C Miller said...

Thank You! was nice of you to stop by and comment.