Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

I find myself looking back through my yesterdays,
wondering if the choices led me the wrong way.
Tears that flowed like a wild mountain stream,
sometimes just one tear drop and others a flood
that moves out to sea.

Skies that were once barren and gray,
were cast in a blue that never fades away.
I find myself lost like a ship at sea , until
I look into the heavens to find you were
always here with me.

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