Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, April 09, 2007

La La


Early morning just after five
I roll on over and I open my
eyes. A smile and a sparkle
that I can't erase, like the
words in the heaven all
over my face.

Song birds sitting on my
window sill, whistling a tune

like a morning drill. Wake
on up to thoughts of you
and the love that we
share through the sky
of blue.


2 comments:

Ph said...

Rachel Charlotte Miller ! Like a impressionist painter ...
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Rachel C Miller said...

Thank you Philippe! Impressionist paintings are whimsical and leave something to the imagination.