Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Another Day

I found the world is very small
and our time a breath away 
and slowly distance uncoils, 
a bridge it does not make.

What sense is this journey,
and the weeping of a soul,
when the possibilities appear
and the dreams are put on hold?

Truth indeed surfaces 
and the words reveal its worth,
when sun light brightens a new day
like a flame within a hearth. 

Once a road is traveled 
and the unknown appears 
I concede it just another day
that we have yet to share.

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