Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, January 13, 2012

My Soul On Canvas


You warm my heart and 
bring sunshine to the day, 
the gift of your love 
is felt in many away. 

You  takes the chill 
right out of the night, 
penetrating my soul
with dreams of delight. 


We are all a walking canvas for the soul. How we display the inner workings of the soul depends greatly on the pattern of our thought process. The heart filled with love infuses the soul and creates a more colorful display regardless of where we stand in the journey. Sow negativity, seeds evil, grows pain. Allowing oneself to be aware of the beauty that surrounds us is the flotation device that life itself throws us.


Watched the birds, 
felt the snow, 
kissed the moment
and let it go. 


Held your hand, 
tasted your lips,
felt your arms, 
oh! heavens bliss. 


Whispers in song,
steps with glee,
dances with you,
through memories.



Watched the birds, 
felt the snow, 
kissed the moment
and let it go. 

1 comment:

Margie said...

Beautiful writing, Rachel.
Wishing you a wonderful New Year full of love, peace and much joy!

Margie :)