Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 14, 2012

brrrrrr

I think it is cold, 
a hide under the blanket day. 

We share the same heaven,
the stars yours and mine,
the clouds in passing are
a space in time.

We don't always share the
actions of the day, but we
certainty share the dreams
that love made.

We share the same heaven,
the stars yours and mine,
the clouds in passing are
a space in time.

Look out the window of
your heart and remember
who loves from morning
through dark.



Putting it all in perspective life is a puzzle in perfection. Each piece interlocks as it creates a picture in motion. The complication comes in the variations that alter the image and concept of life. Matter and physical energy displays a universal portrait capable of performing the simple task of  exploration while recording the world around us. Therefore we are consistent with matter and energy and we are the creator of our own reality, the writer of our own story.

Allow your heart to feel my
love and allow your heart to
see, as I've created a canvas for
all our thoughts and memories.

Place your hand into what
seems like nothing but air,
for I have sent you my kisses
and a few hugs to spare.

Allow your heart to feel my
love and allow your heart to
see, as I've created a canvas for
all our thoughts and memories.

The notion that a mountain can
keep your love from me, is as
foolish as the river reversing its
flow to move upstream.

~



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