Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, July 11, 2020

Life

It's a song or a thought
and a whisper in the wind,
a touch or embrace
that comes from within.

An endless dream
from morning to night,
a gift of sweet happiness
with you in my life.

~

I was running so fast
yet my feet were still,
as I challenged the rivers
and conquered the hills.

Light to the darkness
beyond all of despair,
the embrace of your love
was holding me here.

I shouted in silence and
sung without voice,
as each day revealed
that our journey is by
choice.

I was running so fast
yet my feet were still,
as I took on the distance
out of determination and will.


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