Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Thursday, January 31, 2008
..... there begins my once upon a time.
Confinement, restrained by circumstance, the escape an unraveling of a journey. My first steps were on the strings of the heart, softly played like that of a harpsachord.In the stars of the night, warm and bright, I felt what was the joy of your smile, as you my darling angel smiled down on me. Eluding my captor, I reached out to feel your hand pull me into another dimension,one that only freedom was capable of creating. Not a mere reation to fantasy but a gateway to a love that brought down the many barriers formed over the years. Exploring a depth more intense then anything I have ever known. The path was laid with the purity of a true friendship, one that felt me slip without fear into your arms.
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