Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Another Canvas...or one repainted over.

Contentment... waking up in your arms.

I am not sure if  time  heals
or if it is time that reveals.

I have looked out this window
 I have seen this view before, 
no winds to gust the leaves up,
 the hills standing still. 

The sun is setting early,
the darkness begins to rise,
and the chill of another 
season is messing with 
my mind. 

Friendship is like a rubber band no matter how
      far you stretch it, it always snaps back.


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