Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Smiles from across the room.

Driving down the highway in South Carolina I was taken back by the quartz sparkle in the paved highways. I couldn't help but think it looked like a galaxy of stars twinkling and it was as if I were soaring above the heavens. The weather is extraordinarily beautiful and I must say the sun filled days seemed to have been necessary for me to recharge, as the fall season back home feels more like winter.
It is early in in the morning and you would think I would be tired from all the driving, but I feel ever so much like an excited child that can't wait for tomorrow. Despite all the excitement I can't help but think of you and wonder how you are.

Thinks of you each morning,
dreams through the night and
when the fog lifted I found
your hand holding me tight.

Little accomplishments, few
would understand, but when
I took the wheel I knew I was
in command.

Think of you each morning,
dreams through the night and
when the fog lifted, I found
your hand holding me tight.
~
xox

If you were ever in a crowded room and than you get eye contact with someone and you begin to sense a warmth of attraction...smiles from across the room.

1 comment:

Margie said...

Rachel
Hope you are having a wonderful trip.

As always, I do so love reading your posts and thank you for sharing.

Loved the poem!

Margie:)