Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, February 11, 2008

Browns run


There was ice on the waters of Browns run stream and the closer I stepped the more I believed. Your love beside me warmed so my heart, even the mountains couldn't keep us apart.
~
Bubbling over the bed of rock the water shouted out your name. Caught off guard I listened again as the hills my heart trained. Explore the sounds and feel the joy over an over again, I love you on the canvas of life beautifully displayed.

2 comments:

un dress said...

ja, through the heart...

it´s the way to see

the only way...




:)kiss

Rachel C Miller said...

Heart upon heart widens the view!
Thank you for visiting.
Rachel