Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

My Grass Is Green


It could have been the weather,
could have been the seed, the
grass between you and I
appears to be the greenest
of green.
~
It could have been the mountains,
could have been the lake, the sky
over you and I sparked the soul
to wake.
~
Could have been the evening, could
have been the stars, or just possibly
your love directed to my heart.


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