Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, July 20, 2014

The Summer of Silence

The sun never stops shining,
even though the rain would have you believe it does.


Interpretation reveals many views,
none of them are wrong.

Life is a game of tug a war.
If I believe ....does that make it so?

I  can't remember falling asleep,
but I remember waking up.
Love is like a bouquet of flowers
it always gives you the most pleasant view.

I can see many things from one window.
It is very early in the morning and I wake up to a silence that at the moment is rather comforting. Free of the complications that the world surrounds us with. Strange as this may sound I never could unlock the doors to the many places I lived, but I could see out the window. It is as if those windows are a picture album of time past and present. My father was big on old adages, he use to say " there are two sides to every story." Somehow I find that applies to almost everything in life. We can see many things from one window. Confusing as that may sound, I stand to view the world and people from four corners. What lurks outside, lurks within.
I see the stars,
they shine so bright,
filled with hope
that rules the night.
Sometimes trains,
passing by or the
tree frogs and
black birds mime.
Judge not the moment,
of fear and despair,
for on this page a
lesson appears.
Written words
of yesterday,
are chapters of life,
in a characters play.
Unseen locks upon the gate,
the key is held by the hands of fate.
As love would have me see it,
the world like a flower garden in bloom.
The summer of silence is interrupted
by the memories that speak in riddles.

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