Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
,,, to the sea
We all at times find ourselves a float, setting sail and the need to anchor. Looking back twelve years ago, I can remember crossing a river to find a sea, climbing the hills to find a mountain. In many ways nothing has changed and everything has changed.
I sailed the blue,
found a cloud,
and I waited there
I sailed to the sea,
found your heart,
waiting there for