Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, April 07, 2008

The song birds made it official...

The fish are now moving down stream, the kingfisher is caught up in a dream. The sun is shining ever so bright and the blossoms of the quince are a beautiful blooming sight.
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The mountain water so cold and refreshing as your love to my soul. A wake up to the spirit and a desire to watch the child in me go free.
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The blue bird landed for some wild seed and it instantly brought your memory to me, a day filled with magic, hot of desire and warm and loving dreams bringing life to the hour.

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To enter a new season we don't necessarily have to say goodbye to yesterday, only to remember the treasures instilled from the onset that multiply like tadpoles in a pond, more and more each day.

1 comment:

Mark said...

Very true! Seasons change, however we do not have to leave everything behind.