Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, May 16, 2014

Rise Sun

Led on a detour,
finds each step of the journey a
travel through a jungle of the unknown.

I awoke to the morning,
no sun yet in sight,
fluffed my pillow and
held it tight.

Heart felt whispers,
that only I hear,
speak of a love of
one who cares.

Distance like mountains,
stand in the way,
parting hearts
with clouds of gray.

No tears, no heartache
or sorrow to be found,
yet rain from a storm,
keeps falling down.

I am frightened and lonely
what should I do?
When I reach in the darkness,
while reaching for you.


I speak not of whispers
released from my lips,
the words of love are
not hinged upon a kiss.

The whispers that you hear,
the whispers soft and sweet,
released from the heart,
created out of memories.

1 comment:

Margie said...

I love all your writings, Rachel.
I am sorry if I do not always have time to comment.
I am so busy these days.
I will try harder.