Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Storm

Snow and rain, sleet and ice a blustery mixture of life.
Struggles, dreams and memories,
caught in every storm.

Layered rock is quite the norm, piece by piece a picture
forms. Sun baked smiles in various styles,
direct from you to me.



March


The bend in the road blocks the view of the restless today through tomorrows blue.
Snow in the morning, melted by day, the month of March falls victim, to winters games.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

For Once in my Life

For Once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me.... for once I have something that won't desert me...For once in my life I have someone who needs me.

The reflection in the flames.


Very Very Blue.


Sometimes I allowed like snow on the pine
the heavy in life, to the heart compound.

My mind knows the choices, my heart
questions well which doorway is
heaven, which doorway is hell.

Taller and taller the trees grow
and like the story, another
chapter to go.

I think I can do it, surely I'll try,
as you put the blue all through
the sky.

Somethings don't matter, like
the day of the year, the sunlight
I vision is always here.

You gave it to me, not long ago
and forever I feel the warmth
in me grow.





Journey

For every up hill battle, we get the thrill of
sliding down, the journey not so easy, but
nothing can keep us down.

I'd swear the path led direct to
hell, till I met up with you
and into place life fell.


We are Making it...


It's not only the blue birds that await the
songs of spring, holding your hand
turns nightmares into dreams.

The winters a little longer, the path
a little gray, but as long as your
beside me, I know we'll find
our way.

Head On

Meet me under the trestle, when the train is going by.
Louder then the engine is this heart beat of mine.
Racing to hold you and never let go, writing
the chapters in the fallen
flakes of snow.