Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, March 17, 2017

Blue Skies

I waited on the sunshine,
on clouds of puffy white,
to send to you my love
through the blue sky.

Wake in the early morn
and at the heavens gaze
may you feel the love
each and everyday.

I looked at the daffodils
a sign that spring is here,
blooming on the hills
as if they have no cares.

The weather a tease
as the wind takes its course
whipping through the trees
as a reminder what's in store.


Sometimes it comes together
and it all makes some sense
until I realized the mountains
were not the walls on earth.

Circumstance created
the distance that we feel
but choice is the pain
that leaves my heart still.

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