Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Sweet Sixteen


I imagined time would soften the sharpness of the view, but as crisp and clear as a mountain stream the memories just flooded threw.

I thought it possible the heart would no longer feel the ache, but day by day the reminders agitate like the highest on the scale of a quake.

I dreamt our vision amongst the stars of night and still could feel the kiss of happiness that brought me back to life.

Frankly I thought it impossible to freeze a frame in time, but with the spell of love it froze the pictures in my mind.

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