Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Taught the Blue Bird to Sing!

The hollow no longer stands in silence as the season begins the change. I see happiness and sorrow, sunshine and rain. I see all of our accomplishments and all we still have to do, it would taken several thousand lifetimes to share all I want to share with you. We've climbed the many mountains, we swam the deepest sea, we taught the blue bird of happiness how to softly sing. Had it not been for your companionship and your ability to believe, I would not have learned to dance upon the clouds through my nightly dream. Smiling at the memories, laughing through the heart, singing the words of love underneath the stars.

The greatest love is that which
bridges earth and
the heavens.


Margie said...

Love this Rachel.
It's beautiful.


Rachel C Miller said...

Hi Margie,
I am appreciate your comments and are pleased that you enjoy the words. The words for me are like threads which become stronger when woven together. It gives you something to climb safely upon.