Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, July 05, 2007

When Weeds

When weeds become flowers,
stars become home, and the
clouds the raft where dreams
freely roam.

When mountains turn to fields
and a river to a pond, we will
have challenged the journey
standing so strong.

When tears but a memory
and laughter the reward,
and life filled with happiness
breaks down the barriers
for us to explore.

When rain becomes sunshine,
and skies remain blue and all
of the darkness no longer
sifts through.

When sounds become music,
and the birds chirp a song,
then truly the love has
made a heart to heart
bond.

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