Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, January 18, 2021

Blue Bird






Eyes closed 

and through the heart I see, 

rainbows and blue skies

from you to me. 


I listened to the silence

as if a whisper could be heard,

that tomorrow brings a new day

on the wings of a blue bird. 


~


Push or pull 

as I reach for your hand, 

to find the void 

as the full command. 


Nothing but nonsense

sorrow to exchange

as I gazed at the heavens

to find it's just another day. 

~


 The snow is once more falling

 and a blanket of white is here,

in the midst of winter 

with no one here to share. 


Butter cups and roses,

sunshine and blue skies

are all but a dream away

that mess with the mind. 



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