I keep on moving,
spinning fast around,
trying not to stop
from the heavens down.
When idle I am lonely
and quite sad and blue,
as I wonder if you ever
think of me too.
~
Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
I keep on moving,
spinning fast around,
trying not to stop
from the heavens down.
When idle I am lonely
and quite sad and blue,
as I wonder if you ever
think of me too.
~
It was the fullness of the moon
in the universe within
that somehow became a reminder
there is no beginning or end.
Like stories in a passage
of one chapter to another
becomes a moment in time
from sunshine to thunder.
The emotions are heavy
weighing down upon the soul,
only to await the curtains
to see the truth in view.
The similarities are many
the differences just a few,
which in comparison
reveals how we are very
minute.
We can't change the stars
in the heavens up above
or rewrite the journey
with or without love.
I can shout it from the high
or in silence simply wonder,
if this tiny place in time
is some unintentional blunder.