Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, December 31, 2011

2012

I found a little book that I made in third or fourth grade. It was yellow with age, the outside done up in a array of flowers. Inside the book was notes written by teachers and classmates. Honestly I drew a blank when reading most of the names. How could I have forgotten teachers and other children? My mind was blank as if that moment in time did not exist. The mind is quite clever it erases passages of time that we choose not to deal with. The irony is that I don't really remember the people or the time period or why its completely erased from my mind. When working over the years I have met so many people, some of the faces began to fade like a collage and to this day others stand out like bright beams of light. Sometimes it's an action, a reaction, conversation or a moment in time, but whatever it is, it leaves impact on our being. I had a phone call from a customer, " Do you remember me?" I realized that those who did stand out pulled at  the strings of my heart in one way or another. The year comes with many memories and I find that I have a tendency to hold on to the positive and like a seed in wind blow the negative away.

Embracing the moment,
I thank the Lord above,
for he directed my soul,
to you my special love.

He waited till the moment
when he was sure, that
I would recognize such
love in you whom I adore.

Embracing the moment,
I thank the Lord above,
for he directed my soul,
to you my special love.

Wiped my tears,
renewed my faith,
and gave to me the
memories in which I
wouldn't trade.

Embracing the moment,
I thank the Lord above,
for he directed my soul,
to you my special love.



I am not up for a party,
I am not there to dance,
sitting here daydreaming,
of sunshine and sand.

There is no laughter,
nor stars in the sky,
the world is dark when
you're not here by my side.

I am not up for a party,
I am not there to dance,
sitting here daydreaming
of sunshine and sand.

~
Sing Heart Sing

~
Swimming in a pool of memories,
or it might be more like drowning,
 and over my head in dreams.

Open or closed you are all that I
can see, the joy of my life that
brought true love to me.

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