Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, March 05, 2018

New Day



I gazed up at the heavens,
the stars were so bright and
though the wind roared there
was a peace to the night.

I thought of the image
there in your arms and
the moment of magic
brought you from a far.

Pages unraveled
like yarn in the wind
and the past didn't matter
as a new day began.

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