Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Timing

I was tossing apples and you were riding a bike,
I was clad in braces and you awkward with life.

If we had met at ten would you have looked my way,
or at sixteen given me the time of day?

I questioned the time it took our souls to meet and
then I realized we had a journey to first complete.

Life is many a lesson, with a test or two and builds
on top the mountains so we can reach the sky of blue.

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