Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
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
for you.

I sailed to the sea,
found your heart,
waiting there for
Every door has a lock,
every lock has a key.

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