Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

...as my soul speaks.

A footprint in the sand will fade in time,
but the print on the heart leaves and indelible design.
~
There is no such thing as silence,
only times when we fail to listen.
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The holidays are approaching quickly, whether I am ready or not. I managed to get some cleaning done and decorations up and I will be heading into Pittsburgh for a meeting. I hope it goes well, any bit of knowledge goes along way in providing a plan worth following. Time has a way of getting away from you and so as thanksgiving approaches, I am reminded of all that I have to give thanks for. Smles and thanks you for being a major part of my life. If I could freeze time for one moment I shall remember the greatest of advice" positioning is everything
"...wish me well..I hate city driving.


Singing>I can see a rainbow, I can see the sky,
I can see your love through the hearts eye.

I can hear the angels, I can hear the song,
I can hear the blue birds chirping along.

I can the feel the magic, I can feel the dream
I can feel you here as you dance with me.

I can whisper, I can shout it loud, the words
of love the heavens sent down.
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Love is awfully special when I share it with you,
puts the zing in my morning, so the sky is blue.

La la la, la la la as I sing a song of love for you.

Love is awfully special when I share it with you,
puts the zing in my morning, so the sky is blue.

La la la, la la la as I sing a song of love for you.






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