Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Let's Dance


Nature in all its splendor, grows, changes and evolves into a
view of self.
Never to explore another day or discover the beauty
that awaits, would be
to deny life the joy of such simplicity.
That which lays stagnant or like a
empty vase layered
in dust, dies slowly.The silence only awaits
the visit
from your heart, once you dare to listen,
silence dares to sing.


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Either we count the stars deadened without movement,
or dance upon them in the celebration of life.

I Say Let's Dance!