Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Blue, blue

If you can see into my heart and understand the plight of
my soul, hold my hand and journey as each day unfolds,
than you will have found your place walking side by side,
with the one who loves you beyond all recordings of time.
How blue is the sky? A blanket of faith, no clouds in the sky, so blue I can see beyond the dreams of the mind. To the smile on your face, the warmth of your embrace in the blue of the sky I see the love that was placed. I'm holding it close, I'm not letting go, as my heart and soul honestly know, that the blue of the sky becomes bluer each day, as you opened your heart and allowed me to stay. How blue is the sky? The blue of the sky has many shades and hues and as I reached for your love it became more bluer than blue.

1 comment:

Mark said...

Love your thoughts on the vastness of blue.