Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, April 24, 2015

Unwritten Pages

Strange as this may sound, there were times over the years that I just didn't know who I was or what my place in this world was. In many ways as I look back I see that life was a blank book with pages waiting to be written in. As if every thing that happen was new to that moment in time, with no comparison what so ever. I think that is why we don't always recognize a moment in time until it passes. I always called the experiences the formation of character.

Hold my hand
and whisper sweet,
words of love
from you to me.

Stroll through life
day after day,
life experiences
in different ways.

Faith and happiness,
trust to share,
moments of love
from one who cares.

Peace and calm,
a word or two,
that simply states
that I love you.

Touched my heart, embraces my soul.
Each day reveals another page
in the chapter of life.


Anonymous said...

Everything isn't black and white. Each chapter adds some color and some characters.

Life is an adventure. Glad you are part of my adventure!!!



please find the time to be kind to yourself. allow smiles to dance across your face and into your heart. you are SPECIAL and u bring meaning to many hearts in this world.