Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 17, 2012

Faster and faster and faster

The days are passing quickly,
the darkness seems to dwell,
summer is no longer laughing,
as Autumn spins a spell.

Crickets in the distance,
empty nest now lay, as
I gaze on out the window
and celebrate another day.

~

Sometimes a reader will pull up a writing out of archive and sometimes I can't even recognize my own emotions. How distant we become to that time period. Life is like chapters in a book, sometimes it is difficult and so sad to turn the page. I have been so busy that I hadn't taken time to breathe or as they say "stop and smell the roses. " It has been and interesting season. When I lay at night in the darkness, I still hold back tears. I spend the day with laughter to replace the shroud of negativity that surrounded most of my years on this earth. I can only describe it as I have many times like a child's top spinning. If you stop spinning you lose momentum and gather a dust of memories.

Around and around and around I go,
spinning in circles so that no one knows,
standing straight and standing tall as if
I'd stop I would surely fall.

Here I am on this plateau, with the
reminders of rainbow snow. Behind
my eyes the colors I see are red,
black, yellow and green.

Around and around and around I go,
spinning in circles so that no one knows,
standing straight and standing tall as if
I'd stop, I would surely fall.

Some are distance, some so close,
but with you they are like a misty
rose, blue skies, star light, dreams
so fine, when I am in your arms
and you're in mine.

~
The stars in passing,
the dreams that make
you mine, the road to
happiness is your hand
locked in mine.

Days of laughter,
loneliness and despair,
heartache filled memories,
from one who asked to share.

~
I flipped through the pages
and I stopped on a chapter
or two. I wondered what
it all meant and if you loved
me true.

My thoughts lingered, my
heart drifting away to the
very moment when you
first came my way.

I flipped through the pages
and I stopped on a chapter
or two. I wondered what
it all meant if you loved
me true.
~

Who am I? Who are you? 
Two lost souls beneath the
 sky so blue. 


Hold my hand,
hold it tighter,
don't you let
it go.

Hold my hand,
hold it tighter,
keep me close.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Never let go the hand your holding.

Everyone needs someone.

Penny