Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I saw it in the mountains,
it appeared down by the stream,
on a summer day through fall,
winter and spring.
I saw it in the blue skies,
in a rose yet to bloom,
in the rays of the sun
I saw the love of you.