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love'/><category term='reindeer'/><category term='dance with me'/><category term='I shall sing a lullaby'/><category term='xo'/><category term='song bird'/><category term='Christmas tree'/><category term='In my arms'/><category term='journey'/><category term='book'/><category term='Tranasparent Dreams'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Winter Day'/><category term='The other side of the moon'/><category term='blue bird'/><category term='call it love'/><category term='garden love'/><category term='I would do anything.'/><category term='food'/><category term='fall folliage'/><category term='partner of souls'/><category term='Zeus'/><category term='a lot of love'/><category term='the sounds of love'/><category term='pine'/><category term='In the Middle of a snow storm'/><category term='by the river'/><category term='friends forever'/><category term='dance in the wind'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='No greater lover'/><category term='in love'/><category term='moving in the making'/><title type='text'>My Soul on canvas, "Pictorial Prose"</title><subtitle type='html'>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 ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2760</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2010889360864297445</id><published>2012-02-11T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:17:48.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prose</title><content type='html'>The moon light glistens on the newly fallen snow and there in the night &amp;nbsp;the child fails to let go. Sliding down the hill as fast as I could go, while my mine drifts to the love that in my heart grows.&amp;nbsp;Silhouettes&amp;nbsp;of lovers can been seen, high above the clouds through my every dream. Passionate the embrace that entwines the heart and soul all the while creating a bond that only time holds.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered about the decisions in my life, where they took me and if they were right. But somethings are meant to be, like a map of life that directed you to me. I saw the stars in the heavens shining bright and the joy of love that gave to my heart sight. I wasn't expecting nor did I hope to find the magic of the moment that touched your heart to mine.The season blankets the hills with a dust of white, fallen snowflakes that give to the hollow a breath of life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The heavens were smiling down on us, sending the angels to direct without any fuss. They sent us on a path that neither could avoid and taught our hearts to sing and celebrate with joy. The days would be awfully lonely and the nights unbearable, had it not been for love and the magic it holds. It takes an ordinary day and brightens with sunshine while chasing all the gray.&lt;br /&gt;The mountains replaced by grains of sand and the rivers bridged by loves demands. We conquered distance, we challenged the day and we made the world more beautiful in the most amazing way.&lt;br /&gt;When the night sky is replaced with the morning sun that is when I open up my eyes and see a new day has now begun. When faith has me reaching out to you and the dreams of happiness redo the skies of blue. When all is said and done our love will still be here and through the words I write eternity is what we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2010889360864297445?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2010889360864297445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2010889360864297445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2010889360864297445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2010889360864297445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/prose.html' title='Prose'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7012242596046408428</id><published>2012-02-09T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:21:05.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...it's alright to open your eyes now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest gift one can give another is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love never has to be forgiving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it never holds a grudge in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contentment does not mean idle,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can still grow and be content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest pleasure is not only falling asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the arms of love but waking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up in the arms&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tear has fallen...ok maybe two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One look at the heavens on a clear and cool night&amp;nbsp;and you instantly become aware of how&amp;nbsp;small we are and how much impact our actions have on the world around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7012242596046408428?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7012242596046408428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7012242596046408428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7012242596046408428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7012242596046408428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/okits-alright-to-open-your-eyes-now.html' title='Ok...it&apos;s alright to open your eyes now.'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-35309983806708571</id><published>2012-02-09T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:34:01.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Keys - Glory Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tdd0RlOWRuU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-35309983806708571?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/35309983806708571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=35309983806708571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/35309983806708571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/35309983806708571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/five-keys-glory-of-love.html' title='The Five Keys - Glory Of Love'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tdd0RlOWRuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4919044477437514047</id><published>2012-02-08T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:45:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hearts Reminder...</title><content type='html'>When night falls and the stars shine,&lt;br /&gt;and I am all alone. I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and think of you and travel to you&lt;br /&gt;with&amp;nbsp;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No traces of sorrow, no sadness or&lt;br /&gt;despair, our hearts reflect true&lt;br /&gt;happiness as if you were really here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When skies appear to be gray and&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are like a storm on a dark&lt;br /&gt;day, that is when I look inside and&lt;br /&gt;see that you my love never left my&lt;br /&gt;side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No barriers or walls to overcome,&lt;br /&gt;for the road to peace is paved&lt;br /&gt;with golden bricks of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know not what to do,&lt;br /&gt;or the time that we are spared&lt;br /&gt;I dream the dreams in heavens&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weights to hold us down,&lt;br /&gt;we'll dance and dance the&lt;br /&gt;whole night through on our&lt;br /&gt;cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes to dream&lt;br /&gt;sweet thoughts of you, I say a&lt;br /&gt;prayer of gratitude for all that&lt;br /&gt;love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Every thought,&lt;br /&gt;and action,&lt;br /&gt;are my feelings&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dream,&lt;br /&gt;each prayer&lt;br /&gt;a reminder&lt;br /&gt;of my love&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was afraid of the journey,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and fear led the way, until&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that one magical day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I took your love and I placed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it inside and there in my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is where it&amp;nbsp;resides&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I looked for the child&lt;br /&gt;and found despair, I&lt;br /&gt;looked for the angel&lt;br /&gt;and found you there.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An open heart,&amp;nbsp;is a wise heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;open to live, to love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to learn and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I once lived to make everyone happy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna die trying to make myself happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only chains that hold us down are created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of our own weakness to control our own mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;The universe is our greatest gift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;wrapped in love and showered&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;down upon us daily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;What we fail to see is clouded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;by anger, frustration, fear and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;hate. Replace the emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;with love, joy, faith and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;and we will have unlocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;the secrets of happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Even the most difficult moments reveal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;our strengths and weakness... lesson upon lessons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;We already have the combination to happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;choice scrambled it and it is up to us to rearrange it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe that to know your partners next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;thought is more than a gift,it is a mirrored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;reflection of the soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4919044477437514047?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4919044477437514047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4919044477437514047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4919044477437514047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4919044477437514047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/hearts-reminder.html' title='The Hearts Reminder...'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6233872795934277379</id><published>2012-02-08T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:10:06.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt;Don't go playing misty blue,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;no storms or grays skies are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;allowed through.&amp;nbsp;All I want is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;your love&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;all I need is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don't go playing misty blue,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;no tears or sadness on this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;cloud for two. All I want is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;your love and all I need is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6233872795934277379?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6233872795934277379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6233872795934277379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6233872795934277379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6233872795934277379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/la-la-la.html' title='la la la'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1156512019577693907</id><published>2012-02-07T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:15:45.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For what it is...</title><content type='html'>The flames burning cannot be controlled,&lt;br /&gt;ruling my heart your love took a hold.&lt;br /&gt;The world is cold and I shiver at the thought,&lt;br /&gt;of a life without you in it and the lonely walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1156512019577693907?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1156512019577693907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1156512019577693907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1156512019577693907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1156512019577693907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-what-it-is.html' title='For what it is...'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8616194487347341236</id><published>2012-02-06T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:36:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky is Our Dance Floor</title><content type='html'>When the day is over,&lt;br /&gt;when the stars rule the sky,&lt;br /&gt;when the dreams all take over&lt;br /&gt;and you are in my arms and&lt;br /&gt;not my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the moment when&lt;br /&gt;all good things come true,&lt;br /&gt;where I am happy just&lt;br /&gt;loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is over,&lt;br /&gt;when the stars rule the sky,&lt;br /&gt;when the dream all take over&lt;br /&gt;and you are in my arms and&lt;br /&gt;not my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was taken by the night sky, the planets seem so near, as if jumping from Venus to Jupiter and as we watch the bright light flares. Brighter than any star that I have yet to see, the planets reveal that life is not your basic dream. Brilliant Venus she lights the sky, the planet of love cast over you and I a sign. &amp;nbsp;I stood in amazement as I stared upward towards the heavens high, knowing that this very celestial image blankets both you and I. The full moon helps to lead the way, with beams of share magic to brighten this February ballet. Dance my love dance, stand close to me and &amp;nbsp;open your heart as you dare to believe. I am holding you my darling, so rest those weary eyes and remember this my sweetheart your loved more with each twinkling star in the sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sky is our dance floor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and you are my love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;follow the dreams to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the heavens above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be there waiting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just for you, as I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;send my kisses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;down from the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen to the heart, follow the soul and most of all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;believe in our love...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanted to hold you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I opened my arms .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanted to love you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I closed the gap from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanted to feel and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so I reached out for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanted to whisper and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I whisper I do " I love you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is our moon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it is shining so bright,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;full it is seen in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark of the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is our dreams,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so amazingly sweet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;placed you in my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for eternity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I laughed and I giggled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and held inside, the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love and the passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that thou shall not deny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: fsSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8616194487347341236?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8616194487347341236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8616194487347341236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8616194487347341236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8616194487347341236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/sky-is-our-dance-floor.html' title='The Sky is Our Dance Floor'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-5971783911386081743</id><published>2012-02-06T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:18:36.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Repetition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw her from afar as she looked back at me&lt;br /&gt;while&amp;nbsp;peering through the window, I thought&lt;br /&gt;I saw a dream. &amp;nbsp;I felt the racing of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and the restlessness of my soul as I reached&lt;br /&gt;to touch her and she disappeared before I&lt;br /&gt;could get a hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried to get there faster,&amp;nbsp;to set her free, but&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;as &amp;nbsp;I opened the window she once more&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;disappeared like an unforgotten dream. The&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;years have passed and I tried to let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought about her as often, but again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the station, frozen in time, she&lt;br /&gt;keeps on running circles in&amp;nbsp;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;There is a bit of irony where the house&amp;nbsp;once&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;stood as I visualize and open door and the&lt;br /&gt;little girl who was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had suffered from a major headache most of the day, so I spent the better part of the day watching the old sitcom " I love Lucy." Her raw talent to this day brings &amp;nbsp;on the laughter and puts a &amp;nbsp;smile to my face. There was never really a time of simplicity, but as I look back I can see how life many years ago carved the way into the present. I like to think of it as the domino affect, as everything we do leans one situation upon the other and like x-rays becomes an accumulative part of our character.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at childhood I can see that it was a serious time filled with structure. Each day provided a particular time to&amp;nbsp;fulfill&amp;nbsp;obligations from the moment we started the day, till night rolled in and took its place with the blanket of stars. Time to clean, eat, pray and play, cry,laugh and sing and dance. As I grew up the first thing I wanted to do was break the rules. Sleep in, skip a meal, pray when I felt like it, cry when necessary, laugh often, sing daily and dance only &amp;nbsp;if upon the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and wanting to sleep well and have good thoughts, I drift off into a more positive mode. Closing my eyes I think of the warmth of your love, the beat of your heart and the joy of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tears to fall tonight,&lt;br /&gt;a smile bridges you and I.&lt;br /&gt;I am holding your love&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;you're holding mine,&lt;br /&gt;and that's why this is so&lt;br /&gt;special in the dark of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars in the&lt;br /&gt;heavens shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;your love my darling&lt;br /&gt;is the star of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling leads the way,&lt;br /&gt;to the clouds in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;where dreams are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and fill&lt;br /&gt;me near, I love you darling,&lt;br /&gt;and this life we share. I&lt;br /&gt;love you darling and I want&lt;br /&gt;you to know that I'll be&lt;br /&gt;with you wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the many faces,&lt;br /&gt;swirling around, no&lt;br /&gt;names nor places,&lt;br /&gt;but I the moment is&lt;br /&gt;profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images that&lt;br /&gt;seared to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;erase all shades of&lt;br /&gt;darkness as they&lt;br /&gt;set off a spark.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling needy,&lt;br /&gt;needing you so,&lt;br /&gt;needing your love&lt;br /&gt;by the grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling needy,&lt;br /&gt;to feel your embrace,&lt;br /&gt;lips to lips a smile&lt;br /&gt;on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling needy,&lt;br /&gt;for a simple hug,&lt;br /&gt;a touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;and a bit of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling needy,&lt;br /&gt;if these pillows could&lt;br /&gt;talk, they'd whisper of&lt;br /&gt;loneliness on this life&lt;br /&gt;long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5971783911386081743?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5971783911386081743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5971783911386081743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5971783911386081743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5971783911386081743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/repetition-saw-her-from-afar-as-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3302095921553279291</id><published>2012-02-04T17:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:23:26.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the world is a stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Newly Fallen Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am tired...so I close my eyes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and whisper I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To never wake in the arms of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;or fall asleep with that special one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That is loneliness and &amp;nbsp;full despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;imagining the emptiness without&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why is it that choices are never easy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think it has to do with the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wanna believe that everything is possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I saw the dock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;boats in a row,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;snow covered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;rocking slow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The river calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;the wind strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;as waves race to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;meet the shore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Season passing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;days gone by,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hello my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Darkness teasing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;the black of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;creates a mass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;that I cannot fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't how I got to this point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but I do know there is no going back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Screams in silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;for that which will never be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shards of glass,&lt;br /&gt;splinter the mind,&lt;br /&gt;reminders of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and happier times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragments so small,&lt;br /&gt;pierce the heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;leaving upon the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;a chill that takes it toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter has been gracious so far. There have been &amp;nbsp;no bouts with major storms in the area. The wind has not roared and we have had no accumulation really worth reporting. Matter of fact the weather temperatures have been unusually warm that I couldn't help but look forward to spring. The snow that is falling reminds me most of a March snow, here today gone tomorrow. The days lighter cast their rays upon the newly fallen snow and the sparkle creates a shimmer affect that catches the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think of times of comfort and happiness and wanting &amp;nbsp;them to last forever. It is&amp;nbsp;inevitable&amp;nbsp;that with each new day a new experience will arise, unless of course we choose to hide from life. The snow untouched has a pristine glow and upon &amp;nbsp;a closer observation it looks like antique lace woven into natures most magical&amp;nbsp;tapestry. I felt child like wanting to make that first footprint in the snow and &amp;nbsp;at the same time wanting to hide under a warm blanket. My mind drifts to happier thoughts and I find myself embraced by a calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called late last night, it was close to midnight. It is very unusual for her to call so late at night. I quickly asked if anything was wrong but I could instantly tell by her voice that she was agitated. She asked me "why &amp;nbsp;have we made or continue to make the same choices?" There was no one answer, at times upbringing played a part, she called it " brain washing." But no matter how you look at it our response to life does come from our early experiences. Though I do think there are many reasons we make the choices we do. Sometimes its being selfish or unselfish, confident or insecure, filled with hope or in despair. She rambled a little, I listened and at the same time I knew she was trying to find her own answers. She fell into the trap of the " I shoulda, coulda, woulda." After all was said and done and almost two hours later she said, "if we only knew then what we know now." I pondered a little while longer on that statement, " if only we knew then what we know now." I felt a sadness come over me, the person whom I had looked up to all my life, revealed her own weakness, her sorrow, her mistakes and a journey as she saw it without hope." I thought to myself it's not over, we are just in another chapter, new roads, opportunities and cliche" places to go and people meet. " I tried to emphasize that you can't go back and that to live life to its fullest you just keeping going forward. It just reminds me of one of my favorite writings from&amp;nbsp;Shakespeare. Everyone of us as a part to play and as time goes on and other vulnerabilities surface we realize that our time of exit is really out of our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="background-color: white; clip: rect(auto auto auto auto); line-height: 43px; margin-left: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shakespeare's&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;As You Like It&lt;/em&gt;, 1600:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto auto auto auto); line-height: 43px; margin-left: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;JAQUES:&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players:&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.&lt;br /&gt;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lined,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="background-color: white; clip: rect(auto auto auto auto); color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 43px; margin-left: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I Am Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I watch the snowflakes fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;as we can lose it all,&lt;br /&gt;time of weakness and that of strength,&lt;br /&gt;a reminder that we sit in the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am here and the time so short,&lt;br /&gt;I'll count my blessing as my soul retorts,&lt;br /&gt;not of anger or vengeance shall we go,&lt;br /&gt;it is with love's embrace that guides us so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write our names in the heavens blue ,&lt;br /&gt;seared forever with my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness traced and all will see just&lt;br /&gt;how&amp;nbsp;much you really mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am here on this earthly plateau,&lt;br /&gt;I'll complete the journey before I go,&lt;br /&gt;for I have loved and loved received,&lt;br /&gt;and secured in my heart for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3302095921553279291?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3302095921553279291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3302095921553279291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3302095921553279291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3302095921553279291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/newly-fallen-snow.html' title='Newly Fallen Snow'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-143554884100879832</id><published>2012-02-01T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:13:33.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakens The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep in the Hollow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fern on the hills a reminder in green,&lt;br /&gt;of the days when the hollow joyously sings.&lt;br /&gt;The tree branches to early begin to bud,&lt;br /&gt;as they are&amp;nbsp;not aware of winters games of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The hollow surrounded with dark and gray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;even though the light is longer with each day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Birds at the feeder flutter with such glee,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as they know that it will soon be spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wondered if this was a winter reprieve&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or&amp;nbsp;are we caught up in the seasons trickery?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart is happy and dances with joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as our love is special and cannot be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The words were meaningless,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the papers old and when I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tossed them away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they had no hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how you can treasure a moment, a thought, an action, a word and a memory and as times goes on it can become meaningless. I took it for what it was, a yesterday day gone by, an over inflated memory, words without meaning and the response with many variables.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that stagnant water becomes poison and only with the movement does it filter making it clean enough to drink. Life is the same way, with movement comes knowledge and with the knowledge comes growth and growth brings us today.&lt;br /&gt;No longer needing a crutch, stands tall while dusting off the past. Today is the gift as it is true tomorrow may never come. With that in my mind, I dance on the clouds, sing in the stars and dream. It is the dreams that fuel the heart and feed the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;after years it can take on a new&lt;br /&gt;I held on to old memories,&lt;br /&gt;the drawers overflowed,&lt;br /&gt;they were filled my dreams&lt;br /&gt;that I refused to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimpse was one sided,&lt;br /&gt;my passion and desire,&lt;br /&gt;the trials and triumph&lt;br /&gt;gone like the blaze of a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know nor can&lt;br /&gt;I explain, but the drawers&lt;br /&gt;now empty set out for&lt;br /&gt;a new day to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a seed in the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine for a moment that we can control time, unraveling the secrets deep within the mind. Review the past and editing as we go, to smooth the wrinkles to memory are sewn. Advancing through the day for a glimpse of tomorrow in the hope that there is only happiness and no traits of sorrow. Taking the moments that always make us smile and building bridges that cross the long and treacherous miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imagine for a moment that we can control time, unraveling the secrets deep within the mind. Spinning through my memories, I wiped away the tears, cast away the darkness, erased all traces of fear. From the moment the eyes begin to open wide, may you see that through this life we walk side by side. Feel the sweetness of a warm and loving kiss as you wake each morning to the meeting of our lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine for a moment that we can control time, unraveling the secrets deep within the mind. Span the distance from your heart to mine and know the gap was closed one memory at a time. Lock the gates of hell and keep it from our day and allow only sunshine to make its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine for a moment that we can control time, unraveling the secrets deep within the mind. I'd choose the moment when I am in your arms, complete with your mystique and your wonderful charm. I'd slow every second , I'd freeze each and every frame, I'd hold still the moment when love first made its claim.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Can't go back,&amp;nbsp;can't stand still,runs forward,&amp;nbsp;runs fast,runs far,&lt;br /&gt;runs into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;History has away of being cruel or kind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;depending on the writers interpretation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Time can soften a blow to the heart!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;We are not as important as we like to think we are...all of us are on borrowed time.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Shiver me timbers... where is that plank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb as if all the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;mistakes I ever made&lt;br /&gt;are documented by the&lt;br /&gt;soul and sent to the&lt;br /&gt;heart to place blame.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;Rapunzel&amp;nbsp;the children's fairy tale, a young girl is held captive in a tower in the woods. Though she could have easily climbed down the tower, ignorance, fear and the unknown kept her captive. That is until a stranger came into her life and gave her the support and knowledge to escape. Throughout life I find that we are emotionally imprisoned, filled with ignorance and teetering on the unknown, fearful of what is outside our very own tower. Exactly how we become trapped is unique to each individual. Sometimes it's years of being told what we can't do, that we struggle with what we can do. More importantly is the cast of characters that we surround ourselves with. Cliche as it may sound the old adage" we are the company we keep" may ring true. Our abilities &amp;nbsp;are fueled by the energy source &amp;nbsp;provided to us through various forms of positive energy. Unfortunately the prison which we build is quite the opposite, built brick by brick of inadequacy and a field of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The heart a vessel in which our love travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Reached for a hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and found a heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking through life with my eyes closed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If tears fall like rain,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the eye of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cried and I laughed and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then I thought of you and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I settled into a warm smile.&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;They say "sometimes you need a good cry"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;it is like cleaning the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is true that the trials of life come to us all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the differences are in the way we respond to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can't walk through life with your eyes closed&amp;nbsp;or can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is no&amp;nbsp;triumph&amp;nbsp;greater than that is which we will be remembered for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once I cared what everyone thought,&lt;br /&gt;now I don't care what anyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life is like emery...sometimes it is abrasive.&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I have been asleep a little to long...because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the click of a finger it can all be gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I went through all the letters&amp;nbsp;enclosed with my heart and soul. Stories&amp;nbsp;written of the dreams that&amp;nbsp;have yet to this day unfold. Some may see words scratched across the page, paper that has yellowed and with time began to fade. &amp;nbsp;I held each letter close and I failed to toss away, the papers in the box, of those long and lonely days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-143554884100879832?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/143554884100879832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=143554884100879832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/143554884100879832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/143554884100879832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/02/takes-it-down-brick-by-brick.html' title='Awakens The Soul'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4760389501997007434</id><published>2012-01-31T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:07:51.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Fear is to never feel your love...</title><content type='html'>Unseasonable&amp;nbsp;temperatures play a bad game,sending sunshine to warm this winter day.What teases the spirit, makes a fool out of&amp;nbsp;the trees as they are budding in a spring time green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ducks are mating and the rabbits graze as I saw as a flock of robin fly this way. Feels like spring, but you know it's not so, as I don't &amp;nbsp;smell the&amp;nbsp;fragrance&amp;nbsp;of an early rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a glimpse of the clear blue sky, I didn't see a single cloud floating by. Winter holds the reign, taking control of nature and sends&lt;br /&gt;a warm rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems like a pleasant warm spring day, leaves the hills in a vulnerable way. Without the snow to blanket the fields, the fruit of tomorrow will be bare without a shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Strong like a mule or weak like a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it human nature to be both strong and weak? Fear, oh! I know it well, wanting to embrace the day and hide from it. I thought is fear a form of protection like a shield or a warning of&amp;nbsp;perceived&amp;nbsp;risk and danger?&lt;br /&gt;Whether the emotions that are triggered by fear are a learned behavior or instinctive, the need for the feelings of security are common to the human heart and soul. Who doesn't want to feel the warmth and comfort that comes with &amp;nbsp;laying in the arms of love? It is our quest, a basic need to live without fear. With love we can over come and rise above the negativity to meet the challenges of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I call it the great escape whenever you are capable of distracting the mind from that which eagerly tries to overtake the moment. Maybe it is true, we all seek love and to some extent we all fear going through life without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;and wash the pain away,&lt;br /&gt;this is not a time of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;only joy of hearts should remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun upon the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;and the river as it flows, I send&lt;br /&gt;to you my love for you to hold it&lt;br /&gt;and watch it grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once love is discovered,&lt;br /&gt;there is no letting go,for&lt;br /&gt;it is a true forever like&lt;br /&gt;the wind that blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4760389501997007434?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4760389501997007434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4760389501997007434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4760389501997007434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4760389501997007434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/greatest-fear-is-to-never-feel-your.html' title='The Greatest Fear is to never feel your love...'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2740053362790354762</id><published>2012-01-28T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:25:11.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Wizard Of Oz": Dorothy - "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" (1939)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="115" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eVRcGl4PxgQ" width="120"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I imagine many children have at one time or another wondered where they belong or with whom. That special place, with that special person, where you can be exactly who you are without judgement.  Like the movie which hinders on reality and fantasy, it teaches us it is okay to dream. Even as an adult I relate to the movie, &amp;nbsp;we can't find knowledge without friends to journey with us and the existence of fear exist and it all can be overcome if we simply believe. I watched the movie many times "the wizard of Oz" &amp;nbsp;and I saw it on stage and of course read the books as a kid and still there a feeling of melancholy that comes with viewing the movie. I feel no different at times than the ten year old who use to lay across the bed and look out the bedroom window and dream. Wondering exactly where this journey begins and ends and who will hold my hand. &amp;nbsp;It was the Beatles that said it best " Some say I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one" Dreams are like fuel to the imagination and the imagination teaches us to have faith in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If our heart is home and happiness is found right where you fail to look, clicks feet together and chants " no place like home," because when I close my eyes, I know I will meet you there, as you are there deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2740053362790354762?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2740053362790354762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2740053362790354762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2740053362790354762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2740053362790354762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/wizard-of-oz-dorothy-somewhere-over.html' title='&quot;The Wizard Of Oz&quot;: Dorothy - &quot;Somewhere Over The Rainbow&quot; (1939)'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eVRcGl4PxgQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-5530753218345192749</id><published>2012-01-28T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:04:41.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Reciprocal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the sun upon the water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your love upon my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate that redirects&amp;nbsp;or our&lt;br /&gt;failure to follow directions?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Spending a moment drowning in loneliness&lt;br /&gt;is equivalent to a life time&amp;nbsp;of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to be taught what is acceptable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is obvious that love with out greed and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;selfishness has all the elements necessary for happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been said " you can live on love" I think that is so,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love indeed feeds the soul and allows the heart to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relinquish any pain that remain from our trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5530753218345192749?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5530753218345192749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5530753218345192749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5530753218345192749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5530753218345192749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-is-reciprocal.html' title='Love is Reciprocal'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8899098653586532450</id><published>2012-01-28T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:21:09.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Love You So ... Helen Reddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6bHXASQ86zQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No truer words were ever sung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8899098653586532450?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8899098653586532450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8899098653586532450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8899098653586532450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8899098653586532450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-i-love-you-so-helen-reddy.html' title='And I Love You So ... Helen Reddy'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6bHXASQ86zQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-725641444691701226</id><published>2012-01-26T06:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:56:54.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>... and the songs played.</title><content type='html'>Busy is good! The day has passed so quickly. I have been up since two am and I don't feel tired yet. Managed to work on customer orders and preparing for a meeting in a few hours. There is irony to how things look different in a positive surrounding. It is not that what we are confronted with changes, so it must mean our way of dealing with life changes. How ever you look at it, we are not much different than children. When were young we rewarded with stars and ribbons and as we get older in sports we are rewarded with trophy's and certificates. But as time goes on we still need the balance, the acknowledgement and the rewards. For some that reward might be financial, to others a sense of peace, but for me it is the touch of souls, the embrace that crosses varied dimensions to share in the simplest element of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took your hand and held it tight,&lt;br /&gt;kissed your lips in the night. &lt;br /&gt;Sent my love to you and woke &lt;br /&gt;to find you sent it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs the memories stir, a &lt;br /&gt;few even caused a blur, &lt;br /&gt;but the ones that reminded&lt;br /&gt;me of you, touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;under the sky blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music to calm the soul,&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of love,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me awfully&lt;br /&gt;grateful, for you my&lt;br /&gt;special love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="170" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/va5d3Fr8uQI?fs=1" width="180"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CR3hg452VGc?fs=1" width="159"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D4lXRer9iZk?fs=1" width="159"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hn_rSf5aQQE?fs=1" width="159"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xa2tpRhvaxI?fs=1" width="159"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-725641444691701226?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/725641444691701226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=725641444691701226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/725641444691701226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/725641444691701226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-songs-played.html' title='... and the songs played.'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/va5d3Fr8uQI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6620166844083610811</id><published>2012-01-25T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:56:18.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those little things'/><title type='text'>Those Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was very quiet and silence ruled it well, that was until the moment your love broke the spell. Music played softly and directly to my heart with the words of love uniting us from afar. Peaceful the very moment and joyous as can be, when I reached out for your hand and felt you reaching back to me. Cradled between the clouds,sleeping in your arms as the night quickly passes and you give to me your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was very quiet and silence ruled it well, that was until the moment your love broke the spell. Whispers that only love can send and the magic of life that made you my friend. Something special happened and to all I'll tell, from the heavens an angel to earth fell. He brought to me his love, he introduced faith, instilling the dreams that were secured by fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching you sleep peacefully at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;embracing the dreams that brings our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love to life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing you each morning and feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in return your lips gently meeting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting by the shore through sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sunset and counting our blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the day we met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those little things that people ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are very important as a reminder of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that is in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roses opening before our eyes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and raindrops falling as the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passes us by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue skies in the morning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stars in the night, the canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of life, always does it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! when I close my eyes and I think of you,I can tell you this, my heart knows it true. Oh! When I close my eyes and I think of you, I feel your love. You are the sun that shine, the moon on starry nights,the wind that blows, the love that inside me grows. &amp;nbsp;Oh! when I close my eyes and I think of you, I get a chill and a sort of thrill. Oh! when I close my eyes and I think of you, I feel your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your smiles,your arms,your heart&amp;nbsp;and your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;these are the&amp;nbsp;little things&amp;nbsp;sent down from&amp;nbsp;God above.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I once said you can get use to loneliness...I lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people can hold your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but only one can hold your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4042377045662343681</id><published>2012-01-24T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:38:31.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people burn an image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that never leaves the mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but you my love seared the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;heart at the moment our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;souls entwined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love is like a passage of very few words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but leaves an everlasting impact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are characters that I have yet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to comprehend their moment of entry and exit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some souls are a mere fleeting moment in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;like a star that burns bright and quickly dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the soul which endures all to embrace life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;is more than amazing...&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself reviewing the past,&lt;br /&gt;and &amp;nbsp;I soon realize that it is better&lt;br /&gt;to embrace the future.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holds your hand,&lt;br /&gt;kisses your lips&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;embraces&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4042377045662343681?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4042377045662343681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4042377045662343681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4042377045662343681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4042377045662343681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/character_24.html' title='Character'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7029875968376976830</id><published>2012-01-22T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:46:48.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I find winter to be at times difficult. Less days of sunshine, icy roads that make getting around difficult and cabin fever.By the way it only takes one day for cabin fever to set in. &amp;nbsp;I looked back to the time of childhood and the love of the season.Spending hours outdoors and waiting for that first snow fall.&amp;nbsp;There was such an excitement, waiting to build a snowman, sledding down the hill , snowball fights and of course it wouldn't be complete without laying under the stars in the newly fallen snow and creating the form of an angel. I can almost smell the freshness of the season. That is until a few days later when the beautiful snow turns to slush. It all in some sense seemed to not be part of the plan, as if with knowledge comes vulnerability. In those days you just did for the sake of doing. Well that is way before we realized the vulnerability awareness that comes with knowledge. &amp;nbsp; One thing is for sure, winter gives you way to much time to think, dream and daydream. .I wondered if the late onset of winter meant that it would carry on beastly like into March and April. I know that I cannot relive yesterday and my today's will never remain the same and though tomorrow approaches it comes with a restless view of a changing time.&lt;br /&gt;For as much dreaming as I do, I see myself as more of a realist. I see the bumps in the road, the path that fate lay and the choices that alter the seemingly &amp;nbsp;crooked and rocky roads. Our inflated dreams of what difference we can make in the world is overshadowed by the reality of our tiny stature in the realm of things. The options are so minimal, our&amp;nbsp;curiosity and survival are in the forefront of our very presence.&lt;br /&gt;One aspect of my life surfaced and it was that neither having poorly touched or not at all were not part of the&amp;nbsp;quintessential&amp;nbsp;dream and yet a necessity. I felt small in my need to survive and tackle all that I have yet to do and at the same time my emotional&amp;nbsp;upheaval encourages &amp;nbsp;a need to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched on a moment,&lt;br /&gt;it made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;gave me a reason,&lt;br /&gt;shortened the miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held it close,&lt;br /&gt;blew it away,&lt;br /&gt;the haunting memories,&lt;br /&gt;the dreams that fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I want to and I don't...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped,&lt;br /&gt;can't move,&lt;br /&gt;can't run,&lt;br /&gt;can't feel.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Brilliance&amp;nbsp;of the Winter Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening seems to welcome my nightly dreams,&lt;br /&gt;with a chill to the soul and a bitter awakening.&lt;br /&gt;The stars shine brightly above with flames&lt;br /&gt;that ignite like my heart from your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something amazing and wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;when I am one with the&amp;nbsp;universe&amp;nbsp;I feel your hold.&lt;br /&gt;Venturing into the winters night sky, in a dance&lt;br /&gt;that closes the distance of your heart and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracing the constellations with the mind,&lt;br /&gt;I read the words written for all &amp;nbsp;of time.&lt;br /&gt;The more I gazed, the clearer it all became,&lt;br /&gt;that your soul and mine are one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.94em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;Vivid is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;silhouette upon the night sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;the display of lovers is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;a spectacular sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Like stardust falls from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;the sky, I watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;the spirits come together as they gently&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;entwine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Paramount&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;to the mind, this powerful image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;is surely a sign.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Dazzling they put on a show,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;in&amp;nbsp;remembrance&amp;nbsp;of the love&amp;nbsp;that in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;hearts continues to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Drawn to the image, like a fish to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;sea. It brings us together in a celestial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;dream. My heart is always open so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;that I will always see, the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;that stirs sweet memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;If you surround your self with death you get death,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;with life you get life, with love you get love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;The snag is the actions of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 0.94em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind started dancing,&lt;br /&gt;my arms held you tight,&lt;br /&gt;melting warm wishes,&lt;br /&gt;and whispers of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon sun through&lt;br /&gt;my window pane, snapped&lt;br /&gt;me out of the dream and&lt;br /&gt;a chill of reality remained. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind started dancing,&lt;br /&gt;my arms held you tight,&lt;br /&gt;footsteps across the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;I danced with you all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7029875968376976830?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7029875968376976830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7029875968376976830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7029875968376976830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7029875968376976830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3427123370269921775</id><published>2012-01-21T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:31:33.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter wonderland'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABGQr_LCb_s/Txty_rbtaCI/AAAAAAAACro/3v6BzKaZYSM/s1600/A+winter+wondland+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABGQr_LCb_s/Txty_rbtaCI/AAAAAAAACro/3v6BzKaZYSM/s320/A+winter+wondland+dream.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The hills, the snow all formed with the ice,&lt;br /&gt;to create a scene that to my heart delights.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the moment, I drifted away,&lt;br /&gt;waiting your loving kiss both night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost and not to be found,&lt;br /&gt;until I saw what the storm brought down.&lt;br /&gt;It scattered crystals of white and touched&lt;br /&gt;on the dreams that my heart could not fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in amazement at what I could see, your&lt;br /&gt;lips waiting mine and your arms holding me.&lt;br /&gt;From the hills to the river, from river to sea,&lt;br /&gt;I followed your love and relived the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills, the snow all formed with the ice,&lt;br /&gt;to create a scene that to my heart delights.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the moment, I drifted away,&lt;br /&gt;waiting your loving kiss both night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3427123370269921775?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3427123370269921775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3427123370269921775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3427123370269921775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3427123370269921775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABGQr_LCb_s/Txty_rbtaCI/AAAAAAAACro/3v6BzKaZYSM/s72-c/A+winter+wondland+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7486029091786690006</id><published>2012-01-21T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:15:09.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter poetry'/><title type='text'>The Winter Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaIr4ckRP0/TxsJWUTNHlI/AAAAAAAACrg/2UTT08w1A5g/s1600/ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaIr4ckRP0/TxsJWUTNHlI/AAAAAAAACrg/2UTT08w1A5g/s320/ice.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took a walk in the hollow,&lt;br /&gt;it was all covered in ice,&lt;br /&gt;the season of winter created&lt;br /&gt;a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked the wind,&lt;br /&gt;through the trees awoke,&lt;br /&gt;the spirit within that only&lt;br /&gt;memories stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and yet chipper,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alive as I took in&lt;br /&gt;the weather with a brisk&lt;br /&gt;walk and&amp;nbsp;a quick stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings can't be&lt;br /&gt;explained but the hills&lt;br /&gt;of the hollow my dreams&lt;br /&gt;claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distant and yet as close&lt;br /&gt;as can be, the more I&lt;br /&gt;traveled the closer you&lt;br /&gt;seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's rain an icy&lt;br /&gt;blanket makes, from the&lt;br /&gt;top of the hills to the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body distant my heart&lt;br /&gt;there with you, as I ran&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster to reach&lt;br /&gt;out to you.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The hollow seemed a little bit gray,&lt;br /&gt;but the closer you looked the more&lt;br /&gt;of life that was displayed. There is&lt;br /&gt;the green of the fern, the hemlock&lt;br /&gt;on the hills and the hedges of holly,&lt;br /&gt;that separate the fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was saddened for I thought&lt;br /&gt;only eyes could see and the hollow&lt;br /&gt;a bit gray darkened my dreams. Soon&lt;br /&gt;I realized that with the heart it reveals&lt;br /&gt;the beauty from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there was loneliness&lt;br /&gt;that wouldn't go away, until a smile&lt;br /&gt;surfaced from the memories you&lt;br /&gt;and I made.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the hollow,&lt;br /&gt;between the hills,&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at the stream&lt;br /&gt;and I again began to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind &amp;nbsp;bitter left&lt;br /&gt;a kiss to my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;and your love to my&lt;br /&gt;soul made me believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7486029091786690006?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7486029091786690006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7486029091786690006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7486029091786690006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7486029091786690006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-stroll.html' title='The Winter Stroll'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOaIr4ckRP0/TxsJWUTNHlI/AAAAAAAACrg/2UTT08w1A5g/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3589750252445790699</id><published>2012-01-19T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:53:59.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star dust'/><title type='text'>Star dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UA8DiPoLSaA/TxiEQJuD-wI/AAAAAAAACrI/KYs4UVXF7_c/s1600/just+a+dream+away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UA8DiPoLSaA/TxiEQJuD-wI/AAAAAAAACrI/KYs4UVXF7_c/s320/just+a+dream+away.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The sounds of the gulls as the waves hit up against the rock,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;begin a haunting of the soul, weep not heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKQtfVbYj0/TxiES4MWRBI/AAAAAAAACrQ/c5d7r1WT6qA/s1600/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HKQtfVbYj0/TxiES4MWRBI/AAAAAAAACrQ/c5d7r1WT6qA/s320/lost.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We cannot rewrite yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2h9zz4o0vQ/TxiETixHsEI/AAAAAAAACrY/kl7onuqyDM4/s1600/roses+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2h9zz4o0vQ/TxiETixHsEI/AAAAAAAACrY/kl7onuqyDM4/s320/roses+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The flowers only live a short time,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;our love lives forever!&lt;br /&gt;I was told that when you can't sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;it's because your mind doesn't stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;We are just a breath away from eternity.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt;There is nothing in this world that can change my love for you, no matter where I go or what I do You'll always have my heart, my love is true to you. Like the flowers that wait to bloom, i'll always wait for you. There is nothing in this world that can change my love for you, no matter where I go or what I do. You are my daily dreams, the music that makes my heart sing, your the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da de da, la da da de da.... sillys songs of love la da da de da da, la da da de da, means I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in this world that can change my love for you, no matter where I go or what I do. Like the star dust falling down from the sky, your magic brings a spark to my eyes.&amp;nbsp;Wondrous&amp;nbsp;is our embrace, even though we are not face to face. Love like ours is quite unique, it breaks the barriers with a simple breeze. Blowing your love here to me, I feel it like a wave at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da de da, la da da de da.... sillys songs of love la da da de da da, la da da de da, means I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3589750252445790699?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3589750252445790699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3589750252445790699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3589750252445790699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3589750252445790699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/star-dust.html' title='Star dust'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UA8DiPoLSaA/TxiEQJuD-wI/AAAAAAAACrI/KYs4UVXF7_c/s72-c/just+a+dream+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3907475921762548325</id><published>2012-01-19T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:11:28.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Tiny Little Glimpses of the ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My&amp;nbsp;obsession&amp;nbsp;to write&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is in my desire to record,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the magic of friendship,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the mystery of love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the voice of the heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the truth of the soul,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;on the journey of life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where dreams unfold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;There is nothing to divide us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;we are never truly alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;as I hold your heart and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I refuse to let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I'll always love you and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I want to you know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;the stars of the heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;just for you glow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Silhouette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cast in the moonlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the image a reminder of the love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mind scattered with thoughts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of you as I picture life, with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dreams of loving you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ocean waves wake the soul,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;carrying away my spirit to where&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day unfolds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Walking over the hills,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;through the thicket I go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;feeling the pinch of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I trembled so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;What is the meaning of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;the darkness that looms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;For love had touched my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;soul and refuses to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I felt your heart reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;an arouse my very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;being,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;like star dust falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;the sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;The touch of passion,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;the brilliance of the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;the love &amp;nbsp;that reached on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;out and brought you to my side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;This sweet Enchantment,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;a treasure of the heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;where memories are stored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;and unite us from a far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Imagining your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;gentle through my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;and feeling your tenderness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;like a colliding star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have stumbled through live&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;more than once, savored&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the happiness of being loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incomplete without you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the emptiness inside,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finds me hanging on with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Intertwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;like a vine growing wild, connected forever by the image of your smile. The laughter that the two of us share, is mirrored in my heart with each moment that we share. Nothing can't separate the love that we have, for I am with you, till the sun no longer shines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I gave a promise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I vowed to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;to write the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;and paint the sky blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I gave a promise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I vowed to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;to write the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;and paint the sky blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;When the energy passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;through the heart, it ignites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;a fire brighter than any star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Choreographed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the heavens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;directed from above, the angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;got together and sent to us love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="customc" style="background-color: white; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; 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Closing your eyes and whispering true, the words of love from me to you. The simplicity of love is in the time shared... a sleep in your arms, the breath of your charm and a stroll through life with you. The simplicity of love is in the time shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;take my heart,&lt;br /&gt;live the dream,&lt;br /&gt;from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in love,&lt;br /&gt;each day with you,&lt;br /&gt;just like lovers&lt;br /&gt;were meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;take my heart,&lt;br /&gt;live the dream,&lt;br /&gt;from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in love,&lt;br /&gt;each day with you,&lt;br /&gt;just like lovers,&lt;br /&gt;were meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind through the trees&lt;br /&gt;your love reached out to me&lt;br /&gt;and taking a hold, spun its&lt;br /&gt;web around my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I dried out the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;the crystal I dusted today,&lt;br /&gt;the clock was slowing ticking,&lt;br /&gt;and the memories began to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No signs of rainbows nor clouds&lt;br /&gt;high up in the sky, all I see is the&lt;br /&gt;blue &amp;nbsp;of the sky and the images&lt;br /&gt;of you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings that life just&lt;br /&gt;can't explain, roads going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;and love that simply fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real is the emotions explored by&lt;br /&gt;the heart, the pleasure of love that&lt;br /&gt;lights the darkest dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care what people have&lt;br /&gt;to say, I was sent here to record the&lt;br /&gt;love so that it will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;like tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;sorrow and heartache,&lt;br /&gt;hidden deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets secured with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;never, ever to leave my lips.&lt;br /&gt;The magic that I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;is here forever just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The striking beauty of cardinal at rest,&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight through the trees and the&lt;br /&gt;heart put to test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows across the sky, like the&lt;br /&gt;bridges of the heart, when your&lt;br /&gt;heart met mine.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I ask a simple question,&lt;br /&gt;no response do I receive,&lt;br /&gt;where do I belong and&lt;br /&gt;who belongs with me?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;We walk this earth but once,&lt;br /&gt;but experiences are many,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes of happiness and&lt;br /&gt;the heartaches are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk this earth but once,&lt;br /&gt;and leave our foot prints on the&lt;br /&gt;earth and our love eternal&lt;br /&gt;a flame within heavens hearth.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning meets with an&lt;br /&gt;end and every a beginning makes.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Teetering ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Reliving every moment,&lt;br /&gt;passing the time away,&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;both night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are forever,&lt;br /&gt;and in the heart stay and&lt;br /&gt;others a fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;cast just to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to understand the&lt;br /&gt;road without and end,&lt;br /&gt;over hills and around the&lt;br /&gt;curves smack a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding to a summer day&lt;br /&gt;with flowers in the fields,&lt;br /&gt;enough memories to block&lt;br /&gt;the cold and bitter chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am as close&lt;br /&gt;to you as I can be and other&lt;br /&gt;times I feel like a ship lost&lt;br /&gt;in a troubling storm at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching with my heart to&lt;br /&gt;hold you next to me, to feel&lt;br /&gt;your love just once more&lt;br /&gt;if only&amp;nbsp;in my daily dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can break this link,&lt;br /&gt;this connection to you, all&lt;br /&gt;I need is to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and there is the bond of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;and a song that lovers sing, all&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in a dance, where&lt;br /&gt;there is you and then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles at the thought that life&lt;br /&gt;is in disarray, because no&lt;br /&gt;matter how difficult you are&lt;br /&gt;in my heart to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you and I&lt;br /&gt;can't do, we can travel&lt;br /&gt;over barriers and make&lt;br /&gt;the blue sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can rise above the day,&lt;br /&gt;chartering paths where nothing&lt;br /&gt;but darkness lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;starlight in the night,&lt;br /&gt;true love from earth to&lt;br /&gt;the heavens above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we meet the challenge,&lt;br /&gt;that distance dears to create,&lt;br /&gt;we rise above the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;to the magic of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer traditional, I&lt;br /&gt;was talking to the wind&lt;br /&gt;whispering words of love&lt;br /&gt;to you my dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel so good in my&lt;br /&gt;arms and I in yours,&lt;br /&gt;that is the the joy of&lt;br /&gt;life we began to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains, doors that block&lt;br /&gt;the view and outages that&lt;br /&gt;put gray in that sky of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come together,&lt;br /&gt;and &amp;nbsp;forever will we be,&lt;br /&gt;heart and souls that&lt;br /&gt;met out of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-226986969929146313?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/226986969929146313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=226986969929146313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/226986969929146313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/226986969929146313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/bonded-by-love.html' title='Bonded by Love'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6837478004380577151</id><published>2012-01-17T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:37:00.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Song'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>I had a slow start to the day. I slept in a little to long, started moving a little to slow and when it is all said and done accomplished just wee to little. So as I look back at the day, I know that we are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each morning,&lt;br /&gt;kissing you my sweet love,&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each evening,&lt;br /&gt;yes that is me giving you a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each moment,&lt;br /&gt;the starlight in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the river raging and the&lt;br /&gt;mountains high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each morning,&lt;br /&gt;kissing you my sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each evening,&lt;br /&gt;yes that is me giving you a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I am with you each moment,&lt;br /&gt;when you are ready to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and with you my darling in&lt;br /&gt;the start of each new dream.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words rather simple,&lt;br /&gt;sugar coated in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;where I am holding you&lt;br /&gt;and you are holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am there where you are,&lt;br /&gt;sunshine on a cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll warm you at night and&lt;br /&gt;hold you in a loving way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I won't do,&lt;br /&gt;I talked the wind in sending to you,&lt;br /&gt;all the love that I have to lay my&lt;br /&gt;kiss each night upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms and let me in,&lt;br /&gt;the clouds await me and you.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna dance the night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend my life loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen close and you will hear,&lt;br /&gt;the words my heart has written dear.&lt;br /&gt;They say exactly what they mean,&lt;br /&gt;and mean what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you will see,&lt;br /&gt;I am where I was always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I right there in your heart and I&lt;br /&gt;have been there from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you is a love song,&lt;br /&gt;a declaration from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;inscribed upon the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and seen high above the stars.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna &amp;nbsp;write a love song,only for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;words to describe the joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;to last till the ends of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write a love song, only for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Choreographed in the heavens and sung by the&lt;br /&gt;angels up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write a love song, only for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Like bridges across the river, this song a bridge&lt;br /&gt;for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me...hold me tight, kiss me ... kiss good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6837478004380577151?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6837478004380577151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6837478004380577151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6837478004380577151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6837478004380577151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' 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when you view with the heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;and follow the dreams of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words of yesterday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;written for you and I,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;scribbled on a tablet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aged with the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strolled the mighty river,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;climbed a mountain high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and walked with you my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love, heart soul and mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The snow blankets the hills and again I dream...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;We don't forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;we do heal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Everything we need is right in front of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;why is it at times so difficult to see it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our wants and needs are much simpler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;than we want to admit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wondered why we had to experience heartache at all,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and then I realized that it to is part of the journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The steps don't really matter,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just follow the beat of your heart,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;close your eyes and pull me close,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridge the heavens to the earth with stars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curious Desire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate and so fragile a love,&lt;br /&gt;that warms my heart adding&lt;br /&gt;more of hope and faith on&lt;br /&gt;the wings of a dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soar my darling, let your soul&lt;br /&gt;reach out to me, in the early&lt;br /&gt;morning and at night when&lt;br /&gt;you begin to dream.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey that I travel,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the sun shines and even at&lt;br /&gt;night there is still a blue to&lt;br /&gt;the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart weathered and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;troubled indeed, wonders&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;what life holds for you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness like curtains drape,&lt;br /&gt;separating wishes from the truth&lt;br /&gt;of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side there is how life should&lt;br /&gt;be and far on the other side the one&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang with the stars shining in the night,&lt;br /&gt;as if they could hear and make&lt;br /&gt;everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you wanted me so&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and that our love like a flower will&lt;br /&gt;continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Unseen Bridges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days warmed with your love,&lt;br /&gt;dreams that bridge earth to the clouds above.&lt;br /&gt;Like the rain as it falls from the sky, the tears&lt;br /&gt;of happiness rolled down from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are stories written by the heart, that&lt;br /&gt;tell of a journey that love indeed sparked.&lt;br /&gt;The gifts flow like petals caught in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;that is why I don't the beginning from the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Words Of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the story,&lt;br /&gt;the characters I don't write,&lt;br /&gt;the words from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;bridge the love of you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always understand,&lt;br /&gt;the road in which we stroll,&lt;br /&gt;mapped from the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;from me to you the goal.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;When you recognize the difference&lt;br /&gt;and yet acknowledge the&amp;nbsp;similarity,&lt;br /&gt;you have witnessed the meeting of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the mind and the bonding of souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I know what I feel...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;how life should be experienced,&amp;nbsp;it is when&lt;br /&gt;you meet that someone who chooses to&lt;br /&gt;love completely&amp;nbsp;without judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worse than telling&lt;br /&gt;someone what they want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;with the truth than lifted by a lie.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If one word from my lips falls upon your heart,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will have succeeded in delivering my love to its intended destination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threw away the last few pages,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the chapters of the past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foolish I imagined sweet forever&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where love would always last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left with dreams of sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and rainbows through the sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felt my heart break and again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;saw it soar to the highest high.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Threw away the last few pages,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from chapters of the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foolish I imagined sweet forever,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;where love would always last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7412736677834100353?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7412736677834100353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7412736677834100353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7412736677834100353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7412736677834100353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/intended-destination_2356.html' title='The Intended Destination'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lwQR9cbQtY/TxOyjVhFyhI/AAAAAAAACrA/6TrzhTtB2eQ/s72-c/Asiatic+Lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8303288495278287255</id><published>2012-01-15T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:17:07.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blows kiss'/><title type='text'>The January Freeze</title><content type='html'>As I watched the second hand move with ease,&lt;br /&gt;like skates upon the ice, I felt my heart race to&lt;br /&gt;meet the moment in time where I first embraced&lt;br /&gt;the magic of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes a deep breath and holds still the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live and I wanna laugh,&lt;br /&gt;wake in your arms on this&lt;br /&gt;uncertain path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dream and I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;morning and night with that&lt;br /&gt;special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share and I wanna feel,&lt;br /&gt;each moment with you that&lt;br /&gt;sends a chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe and I wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;that you'll hold me forever and&lt;br /&gt;never let go.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Snow frosted windows,wind blown desire,&lt;br /&gt;from the moment the season first transpired.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smiles...blows kiss!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8303288495278287255?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8303288495278287255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8303288495278287255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mind, forever in my heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He uttered the words&amp;nbsp;pretentious&amp;nbsp;at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a humble&amp;nbsp;disclosure of his love immersed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She responded with compassion in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a whisper so soft life a feather in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;air that slowly wafts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Their hearts kept on beating, slowly at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then faster and faster from the heavens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to earth. The day had concluded and their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;love was revealed, it had broken the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;barriers and to the God's they now kneel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She smiled and he laughed and they danced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with glee, as they looked to the heavens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;creating new memories. Majestic their love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that lives on a like the sea , returning to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;shore in each of their dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That which brings me the most amount of comfort,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;embracing the heart and soothing the soul is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warmth of your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grace those clouds above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;let's dance the whole night long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Listen to the song of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;knowing where we belong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hold tight the dreams of our love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the warmth of you and I, one to one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breath taking visions&amp;nbsp;silhouette&amp;nbsp;in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Magnifying the love of you and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happiness is hearts embraced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To comfort the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and assure the soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that love is eternal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not for the dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the mountains would succeed in their earthly barriers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beauty of a rose is in the formation of each petal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like life each segment reveals an extraordinary&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glimpse&amp;nbsp;of a to quick passage of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Closure is good&amp;nbsp;it allows you to write a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you balance it out,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leans towards happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Trying to explain&lt;br /&gt;and to myself forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;as all the similarities,&lt;br /&gt;differences are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare and unique,&lt;br /&gt;a chapter now lay,&lt;br /&gt;where pages of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;sorrow comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I glanced out the window&lt;br /&gt;and to my heart such glee,&lt;br /&gt;as the snowflakes were falling,&lt;br /&gt;I drifted off into yesterdays memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads that seem to circle,&lt;br /&gt;paths through mountains high&lt;br /&gt;and the thorns of life that wake&lt;br /&gt;the heart and make it cry.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5147207115422424583?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5147207115422424583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5147207115422424583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5147207115422424583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5147207115422424583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/always-on-my-mind-forever-in-my-heart.html' title='Always on my mind, forever in my heart..'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3727314172811988965</id><published>2012-01-13T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:34:57.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Soul On Canvas'/><title type='text'>My Soul On Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You warm my heart and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;bring sunshine to the day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the gift of your love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;is felt in many away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You &amp;nbsp;takes the chill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;right out of the night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;penetrating my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;with dreams of delight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSjsfMo4tuU/TxDXvHmFgqI/AAAAAAAACq4/1aWDLpJ3OF4/s1600/my+soul+on+canvas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSjsfMo4tuU/TxDXvHmFgqI/AAAAAAAACq4/1aWDLpJ3OF4/s320/my+soul+on+canvas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are all a walking canvas for the soul. How we display the inner workings of the soul depends greatly on the pattern of our thought process. The heart filled with love infuses the soul and creates a more colorful display regardless of where we stand in the journey. Sow negativity, seeds evil, grows pain. Allowing oneself to be aware of the beauty that surrounds us is the flotation device that life itself throws us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Watched the birds,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;felt the snow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;kissed the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;and let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Held your hand,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;tasted your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;felt your arms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;oh! heavens bliss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whispers in song,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;steps with glee,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dances with you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;through memories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Watched the birds,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;felt the snow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;kissed the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;and let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3727314172811988965?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3727314172811988965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3727314172811988965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3727314172811988965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3727314172811988965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-soul-on-canvas.html' title='My Soul On Canvas'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSjsfMo4tuU/TxDXvHmFgqI/AAAAAAAACq4/1aWDLpJ3OF4/s72-c/my+soul+on+canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3984837884903907400</id><published>2012-01-11T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:13:13.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Sweet...</title><content type='html'>My mind drifts away,&lt;br /&gt;where I can calmly say,&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come to and end,&lt;br /&gt;and I sit here wondering if&lt;br /&gt;you think of me, like I think&lt;br /&gt;of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night and I sit here&lt;br /&gt;all alone, don't know what&lt;br /&gt;to do, don't know where&lt;br /&gt;to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the clouds where we&lt;br /&gt;are happy and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night breaks the barriers&lt;br /&gt;of time, in a dance with you&lt;br /&gt;and I, the tease of the soul&lt;br /&gt;messing with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind drifts away,&lt;br /&gt;where I can calmly say,&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon sticks, dried rose&lt;br /&gt;petals, red lipstick and candles&lt;br /&gt;glowing, all remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence rules the night, but my&lt;br /&gt;heart is giving it a fight, as it&lt;br /&gt;beats louder thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon sticks, dried rose&lt;br /&gt;petals, red lipstick and candles&lt;br /&gt;glowing, all remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Mild winter weather,&lt;br /&gt;rain from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the season moving&lt;br /&gt;before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is nearing,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel as it nears,&lt;br /&gt;with the longer days,&lt;br /&gt;with you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dancing,&lt;br /&gt;my soul sings the words,&lt;br /&gt;in the dream where you&lt;br /&gt;and I are arm in arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dancing,&lt;br /&gt;my soul sings the words,&lt;br /&gt;in the dream where you&lt;br /&gt;and I are arm in arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full&lt;br /&gt;and shines down&lt;br /&gt;from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;high, the glow of&lt;br /&gt;happiness sent&lt;br /&gt;for you&amp;nbsp;and I.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;There is a blanket of peace&lt;br /&gt;and a bed of calm, just by&lt;br /&gt;thinking of your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a warmth from&lt;br /&gt;my heart to my soul, just&lt;br /&gt;by feeling your loving hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beauty that only&lt;br /&gt;lovers can see, makes the&lt;br /&gt;sky bluer and the grass&lt;br /&gt;mighty green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is comfort that&lt;br /&gt;I find in the night,&lt;br /&gt;when I think of your&lt;br /&gt;embrace holding me&lt;br /&gt;tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3984837884903907400?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3984837884903907400/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2765694258754870576</id><published>2012-01-11T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:50:02.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Brief Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a brief moment in time,&amp;nbsp;I danced on clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escaped reality and lived the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't go back and you can't stand still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that only leaves one option...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed and I cried,&lt;br /&gt;laughing is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;more fun.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I can say I have lived through many an experience&lt;br /&gt;and embraced with passion the joy of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suffocating is like being weighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;down in a pool of water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you try to come up for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a breath of air but you find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;impossible to move or breathe.&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I did my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2765694258754870576?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2765694258754870576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2765694258754870576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2765694258754870576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2765694258754870576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/rachels-thoughts.html' title='Brief Moment in Time'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4599326470852521123</id><published>2012-01-10T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:48:05.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when I need you'/><title type='text'>When I need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="115" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OglNPNPWvSo" width="120"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs birds sing,&lt;br /&gt;rivers flowing,&lt;br /&gt;hearts that live&lt;br /&gt;beyond the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows fall,&lt;br /&gt;nothing matter,&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;when you're not&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness looms,&lt;br /&gt;as if the sun knows&lt;br /&gt;not what to do,&lt;br /&gt;and all I have is&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weep heart weep,&lt;br /&gt;the stories I keep,&lt;br /&gt;dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;of another day.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean,&lt;br /&gt;to know such a love&lt;br /&gt;and touch it just to&lt;br /&gt;watch it fade away.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The child was lost in despair&lt;br /&gt;racing to hide, draped in fear.&lt;br /&gt;The child weeps and yet no&lt;br /&gt;one can see, the fallen tears&lt;br /&gt;a river made and a bridge&lt;br /&gt;to unite the dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaks the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decides what is right and wrong? The depth of our conscience wanes depending what side we are standing on. For what is right for one being may not be right for another. The barriers to overcome are challenged both by our willingness to be honest to self and &amp;nbsp;our responsibility of the actions we choose to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see freedom for I am blinded by my own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth and goodness and the rest becomes easy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through truth we are granted knowledge and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with goodness granted love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We answer to our own reflection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To imprison a spirit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is to kill the soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the understanding of the whimsical dreams of fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;that the clouds disappeared and I tumbled to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of love is that it needs no castle or precious jewels,&lt;br /&gt;for its beauty can be untarnished in the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty that I experience lingers on in the chance that tomorrow will never come...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every emotion that the heart exposes,&lt;br /&gt;another barrier is broken down.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments come in many forms,&lt;br /&gt;and are created by overachieving&amp;nbsp;expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In understanding the wanting of the heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I overlooked the needs of the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is what thine eyes have seen,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that create a difference in the awakening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remove the flesh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reveal the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The idiom " time is the great healer" does not take into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;consideration how deep the wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write the words that time embraces,&lt;br /&gt;the story of love and forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;Whether in my arms or in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;the love we share is an undying&lt;br /&gt;connection of you and I my dear.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The grass is a vibrant green,&amp;nbsp;the skies of blue, bluer with&amp;nbsp;every dream.&amp;nbsp;Life has new meaning,&amp;nbsp;when I think of you as&amp;nbsp;it makes the world take&amp;nbsp;on a different hue.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Soft music,&lt;br /&gt;dancing flames,&lt;br /&gt;winter chill,&lt;br /&gt;lonely nights,&lt;br /&gt;broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close and so far,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;separated by miles,&lt;br /&gt;close as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Hold me,love me,&lt;br /&gt;kiss me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Simple dreams in a not so simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love has no ending, for it lives beyond our earthly form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pain is not in the piercing from a dagger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the wound that is left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is remarkable our gift of insight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that allows hope and faith a place in our hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overshadowed by choices, withers in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deafened ears or silent cries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frolicking in a field of dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... to watch you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4599326470852521123?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4599326470852521123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4599326470852521123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2279939481646758449</id><published>2012-01-08T22:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:44:54.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatt her gently'/><title type='text'>All my loving - The Beatles (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Melancholy spirit,&lt;br /&gt;pirouettes&amp;nbsp;from the sky&lt;br /&gt;spinning&amp;nbsp;around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;plays games with the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutters like a bird lost in&lt;br /&gt;a storm, broken wings&lt;br /&gt;and a heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;ripped par and lays&amp;nbsp;torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations are as my soul feels and my heart sees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer challenge realities knock upon the door...&lt;br /&gt;enters, reveals, blankets with darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petals in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;in days of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;where hearts came&lt;br /&gt;together and the&lt;br /&gt;darkness began to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the hilltop&lt;br /&gt;where I once bravely&lt;br /&gt;stood, trembling&lt;br /&gt;from the quivers &lt;br /&gt;through my heart&lt;br /&gt;and soul shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears,&lt;br /&gt;I'll weep not once&lt;br /&gt;for you, as I stand&lt;br /&gt;alone and ponder&lt;br /&gt;about the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hiding,&lt;br /&gt;the skies are gray,&lt;br /&gt;darkness blankets&lt;br /&gt;my heart and the&lt;br /&gt;chill within me stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Void of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;no emotions left&lt;br /&gt;inside, no happiness&lt;br /&gt;nor sadness nothing&lt;br /&gt;left to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further than the&lt;br /&gt;years of long ago,&lt;br /&gt;for I am still lost&lt;br /&gt;and don't know&lt;br /&gt;which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will guide me,&lt;br /&gt;and walk by&amp;nbsp;my side,&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and&lt;br /&gt;kiss my lips and&lt;br /&gt;in my heart reside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny has spoken,&lt;br /&gt;the script reveals,&lt;br /&gt;from the first moment,&lt;br /&gt;my heart had yet to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls come together&lt;br /&gt;and frolic like butterflies&lt;br /&gt;set free and quickly parted&lt;br /&gt;like the dividing of the great&lt;br /&gt;sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no ache, no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;left in me, the void was&lt;br /&gt;filled with time and taken&lt;br /&gt;away and all that is left&lt;br /&gt;is a form that creates a&lt;br /&gt;memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool believes&lt;br /&gt;the heart whispers all it knows,&lt;br /&gt;and the soul runs and hides&lt;br /&gt;so the memories let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears, no ache inside&lt;br /&gt;of me, I am but a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;blowing like wind through&lt;br /&gt;the trees. The day is just&lt;br /&gt;beginning and I look to&lt;br /&gt;the sky and wonder&lt;br /&gt;if the words exist,&lt;br /&gt;the words you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is left to give...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of angels,&lt;br /&gt;the song of romance,&lt;br /&gt;one more day and&lt;br /&gt;one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours,&lt;br /&gt;can't you hear &lt;br /&gt;the words of love&lt;br /&gt;the whispers of joy,&lt;br /&gt;the magic of like, &lt;br /&gt;the dreams that toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, &lt;br /&gt;I am yours,&lt;br /&gt;you know this to be true,&lt;br /&gt;that the day our souls&lt;br /&gt;and hearts met, we were &lt;br /&gt;destined like the sea to&lt;br /&gt;the shore.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting so the heavens hear,&lt;br /&gt;the needs of my heart when you&lt;br /&gt;are not near. &lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remove the web of injustice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and set the soul free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorrow is hope in chains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whispers of my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dance With Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go ahead and do it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;take my hand and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on the heavens let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;our hearts command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go ahead and dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;let your love free,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hold me close and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dare to believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day with out love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is like an eternity with heartbreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Run, little rabbit run,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but no further do you get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;running round in circles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt;I can only say,&lt;br /&gt;what dreams I had today,&lt;br /&gt;they placed me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I felt your beating heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run away, to&lt;br /&gt;be with you in every way,&lt;br /&gt;to know and feel your love,&lt;br /&gt;to dance in clouds above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, &lt;br /&gt;what makes me feel this way, &lt;br /&gt;when I think of you and &lt;br /&gt;making dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and to my&lt;br /&gt;surprise, I found you waiting &lt;br /&gt;there  with all your love to &lt;br /&gt;share, when I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, &lt;br /&gt;what in my heart replays,&lt;br /&gt;the memories of you and &lt;br /&gt;a sky so very blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="115" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B2PK-jaQJQ4" width="120"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perfection and happiness. If I could have a dream come true, it would be to feel the contentment of true loves embrace. Here we sit two lonely old people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uieFaMOaBJk?fs=1" width="159"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost without you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2279939481646758449?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2279939481646758449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2279939481646758449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2279939481646758449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/norah-jones-love-me-tender.html' title='Norah Jones - Love me Tender'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7KRaKaWptI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2051509946433245213</id><published>2012-01-08T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:26:25.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones-are you lonesome tonight (with lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="159" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEfZU_Lc2KA?fs=1" frameborder="0" 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lyrics)'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iEfZU_Lc2KA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-5315169175215950616</id><published>2012-01-08T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:54:10.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Your Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trapped in the abyss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awaiting your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the barriers, set back time,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rewrite this story of yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you the king and I your queen,&lt;br /&gt;we'd live in shear happiness through all&lt;br /&gt;our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shades of gray only sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;no broken hearts only love so fine,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake each morning to your kiss&lt;br /&gt;and pleasure your sweet lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the barriers, set back time,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rewrite this story of yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you the king and I your queen,&lt;br /&gt;we'd live in shear happiness through all&lt;br /&gt;our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&amp;nbsp;hasn't a clue, it&lt;br /&gt;has no idea how much&lt;br /&gt;love I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our hearts came&lt;br /&gt;together our souls couldn't&lt;br /&gt;deny, that our love was&lt;br /&gt;awfully special, it had the&lt;br /&gt;makings of the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&amp;nbsp;hasn't a clue, it&lt;br /&gt;has no idea how much&lt;br /&gt;love I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels started&lt;br /&gt;singing, they sang for me&lt;br /&gt;and you and the world&lt;br /&gt;looked awfully beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in a brand new hue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&amp;nbsp;hasn't a clue, it&lt;br /&gt;has no idea how much&lt;br /&gt;love I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the tenderness of your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;the embrace of your love with lips to lips.&lt;br /&gt;To expand beyond the dreams of the day,&lt;br /&gt;with the passion and desire making its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your heart next to mine, to feel&lt;br /&gt;the&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;and know you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;Documenting this&amp;nbsp;occasion&amp;nbsp;of ours, from&lt;br /&gt;the moment you set my soul on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;caught in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is breaking, my&lt;br /&gt;mind is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings &amp;gt;I wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;and know you're&lt;br /&gt;loving me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la loving you,&lt;br /&gt;la la la la loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;and know you're&lt;br /&gt;loving me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5315169175215950616?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5315169175215950616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5315169175215950616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5315169175215950616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5315169175215950616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-your-queen.html' title='I Your Queen'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1957764222292284174</id><published>2012-01-08T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:15:08.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Smart</title><content type='html'>I watched a music clip from the late sixties it was actually 1968 and it is amazing how a song can take you back in time. I could actually feel the aurora of the time as the song has the ability to trigger the emotions that placed me center deep in a memory. I remember feeling a bit like the old adage, a square peg in a round hole. I can visualize the moment and the people around me , the sounds and smells. I was ten years old and for me it was a year of beginnings and endings. &amp;nbsp;Though I had a brother and sisters, I felt like an only child with the age difference. Other than my great tag along ability as the little sister. Their music became my music, their experiences my experiences. Music had the capability of bringing a sense of escape. It seems I was always looking for that place that only existed in my mind. There in the place no one enters, I held and hold a mind filled with secrets and memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1957764222292284174?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1957764222292284174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1957764222292284174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1957764222292284174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1957764222292284174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-smart.html' title='Be Smart'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3473478454971899905</id><published>2012-01-08T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:26:58.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones &amp; The Peter Mailck Group  - All Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="159" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eQ6MqxKHmTQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3473478454971899905?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3473478454971899905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3473478454971899905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3473478454971899905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3473478454971899905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/norah-jones-peter-mailck-group-all-your.html' title='Norah Jones &amp; The Peter Mailck Group  - All Your Love'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eQ6MqxKHmTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4868977218208654042</id><published>2012-01-07T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:54:44.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Far , Run Fast into your arms...</title><content type='html'>I imagine that we all have thought about the future. Que sa ra sa ra..."what ever will be will be" I use to feel like I was trapped in a spiders well but I think its more like&amp;nbsp;nickelodeon's&amp;nbsp;slime . The more I move the more it stretches and sticks all over ya or maybe it's like one foot leaping and the other stuck in concrete. You can't drag it, you can't get out of it , you can't shake it off, the concrete just keeps weighting you down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run far, run fast and into your arms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the love that we share flows from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heart. Hold me close , don't let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me go, I love you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break these chains that hold my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit down, remove the barriers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lift me into the clouds. Don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk away, don't leave me here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need the love we share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run far , run fast and into your arms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the love that we share flows from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heart. Hold me close, don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me go, I love you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4868977218208654042?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4868977218208654042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4868977218208654042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4868977218208654042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4868977218208654042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/run-far-run-fast-into-your-arms.html' title='Run Far , Run Fast into your arms...'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3733226814043231344</id><published>2012-01-07T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:27:26.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doris Day - Que Sera Sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="159" height="144" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xZbKHDPPrrc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3733226814043231344?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3733226814043231344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3733226814043231344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3733226814043231344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3733226814043231344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/doris-day-que-sera-sera.html' title='Doris Day - Que Sera Sera'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xZbKHDPPrrc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-5709294691556578944</id><published>2012-01-04T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:42:35.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>or I would wish for....</title><content type='html'>I was told once that you are never to old to dream or to wish upon a star. I always believed that everything happens for a reason and from everything comes a lesson. " When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are..." Well and I am quickly pulled back to earth, when I am reminded by another old adage" be careful what you wish for" There was a movie on, it was a spin on the child story of the three wishes. I would wish for peace and contentment, with a dash of love and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5709294691556578944?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5709294691556578944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5709294691556578944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5709294691556578944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5709294691556578944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/or-i-would-wish-for.html' title='or I would wish for....'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2404456675648661628</id><published>2012-01-03T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:44:57.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 3rd</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we are three days into January. In the heart of winter, we are dealing with a bout of temperatures in the teens, high winds and snow. There are very few days where the sun seems to penetrate the darkened clouds and yet we know this to shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as my son and I were heading into town on the ice covered roads, he lost control of the vehicle. Immediately you become aware of your vulnerability to the climate as well time. As if in slow motion and not the car spun around and started sliding backwards down the hill. I stiffened up as if I could brace for the final slide into the snow covered&amp;nbsp; embankment. To far to turn back we continued to the store an was quickly relieved at the sight of the salt trucks coming up the hill in the opposite lane. Everything is time and place, a few seconds sooner and we would have slid into the car in front of us, a little later and we might have collided with the salt truck. Today as the&amp;nbsp; snow and wind brought more of the winter wonderland down around us, I chose to stay home hidden under the blankets. It is times like this that we become more aware of what we have and what we can lose. I imagine that it is my mind working overtime that has me scanning the past and wondering what tomorrow will bring. &lt;br /&gt;The year despite draw backs was a very good year. I can sense the comfort that exist between me and the people I meet through work.&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself it is not as important how much I sold as it was a level of trust that exist between the customer and I. Not that they were coming back each time to purchase but the relationships that is built between two people in away that spouts a true achievement. This is my reward as I bumped into a woman who is very excited about my products. Yes, I have a sense of pride, something that I make has reached a certain level of acceptance with people inside and out of my community.&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level I feel an emptiness, one I cannot completely explain. But it leaves a chill as if I am somehow still trapped in a web spun by the many people in my life. Partly it is the hurdles that I have to challenge and the barriers that keep popping up in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;There is so much to see and do that I can't help wonder if we are ever comfortable when our time on earth is ended. I thought back many years ago, when I was in the ICU. If a person could be ready I was ready. I remember not having any fight in me and yet time has once again proven that we go when its our time and no sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is falling&lt;br /&gt;winter is indeed here, &lt;br /&gt;the only sunshine is&lt;br /&gt;when I dream you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and windy ,&lt;br /&gt;a blustery day,&lt;br /&gt;a chill to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;won't go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2404456675648661628?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2404456675648661628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2404456675648661628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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endless stars upon the heavens floor&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll know how very much you mean&lt;br /&gt;to me, for my&amp;nbsp;eternal&amp;nbsp;love of you is filled with&lt;br /&gt;boundless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song of the meadow lark in spring,&lt;br /&gt;and the whispers of angels as they meet up to sing.&lt;br /&gt;The music written by the soul is played on &lt;br /&gt;heavens harp, from the moment you took my\&lt;br /&gt;hand and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That which makes us different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also makes us the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet kisses good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The magic of love is how at a distance it warms my being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1676139032816850940?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1676139032816850940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1676139032816850940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1676139032816850940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1676139032816850940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-star-in-sky.html' title='Every Star in the Sky'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7581020471048408822</id><published>2012-01-02T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:55:50.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><title type='text'>...for the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories are the gifts that no one can take away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;endless laughter and dreams to review another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I need you, to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;when I want you in my arms at night.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I &amp;nbsp;envision you here&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and just like magic you reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need to feel your lips ,&lt;br /&gt;when I want that sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and i envision you here&lt;br /&gt;and just like magic you reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open ,&lt;br /&gt;my heart awaits your smile,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams were all but broken&lt;br /&gt;until your love came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;One poem a day&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;one set of words,&lt;br /&gt;to describe my plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;to kiss you from a far,&lt;br /&gt;and make all our&lt;br /&gt;dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One poem a day&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;one set of words,&lt;br /&gt;to describe my plight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live the moment,&lt;br /&gt;like never before,&lt;br /&gt;to embrace what&lt;br /&gt;life has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One poem a day&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;one set of words,&lt;br /&gt;to describe my plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;in the morning and the night,&lt;br /&gt;to let you know I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;and that I could never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One poem a day&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;one set of words&lt;br /&gt;to describe my plight.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Like the city streets mapped in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;your love is in my heart for all time.&lt;br /&gt;Right or left, around and around we go,&lt;br /&gt;but they always lead to you my love,&lt;br /&gt;its how our love grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the river that flows to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;your love can be felt in every breeze.&lt;br /&gt;It touches my heart, it soars with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;the love we share has a life long hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The child in me runs and tries to hide,&lt;br /&gt;jumping from cloud to cloud lost inside.&lt;br /&gt;The tears are falling, not sure what it means,&lt;br /&gt;even though they clear the way for a new dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the city streets mapped in my mind&lt;br /&gt;your love is in my heart for all time.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter the path we take,&lt;br /&gt;for I love you darling, asleep or awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7581020471048408822?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4026966659066949318</id><published>2012-01-02T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:12:37.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories are the gifts that no one can take away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;endless laughter and dreams to review another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I need you, to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;when I want you in my arms at night.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I &amp;nbsp;envision you here&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and just like magic you reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need to feel your lips ,&lt;br /&gt;when I want that sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and i envision you here&lt;br /&gt;and just like magic you reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open ,&lt;br /&gt;my heart awaits your smile,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams were all but broken&lt;br /&gt;until your love came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4026966659066949318?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4026966659066949318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4026966659066949318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one can take away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;endless laughter and dreams to review another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2450364515683841363?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2450364515683841363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2450364515683841363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2450364515683841363'/><link rel='self' 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to be in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you darling,&amp;nbsp;this much I know,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in your arms the passion&amp;nbsp;and love grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my dreams,wishing you here,&lt;br /&gt;sharing the moment,whispering how much&lt;br /&gt;I care.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;May the sun remind you of the warmth from inside,&lt;br /&gt;when &amp;nbsp;two hearts and souls bonded for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind, a song of love it sings, the&lt;br /&gt;words unimportant whats matters is what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the dream of lovers, hold me so tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't you let me go as I'll be with you day and night.&lt;br /&gt;To kiss away any darkness or weary signs of gray&lt;br /&gt;and give to you&amp;nbsp;my everlasting &amp;nbsp;love day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the sun remind you of the warmth from inside,&lt;br /&gt;when two hearts and souls bonded for all of time. &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind, a song of love it sings, the&lt;br /&gt;words unimportant, what matters is what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't magic, no the angels didn't sing, song birds at my window were not a dream. The darkness comes early as winter is here and I wonder what the future has to share. Lonely was I, wishing you were here, gazing out the window , I fell into a stare. My heart a million miles away as I was caught up in a dream and the images of love that wouldn't fade. I began drifting like ship at sea, consumed by your love and memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-629209159457630974?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/629209159457630974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=629209159457630974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/629209159457630974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/629209159457630974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/blink-in-time_01.html' title='Blink in Time'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8895703716372012698</id><published>2012-01-01T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:16:19.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink in Time</title><content type='html'>Time keeps moving on,each moment here and then gone,&lt;br /&gt;like a brush against the wind,blowing dreams from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are made and&amp;nbsp;retained in the heart for&amp;nbsp;another&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;day.&amp;nbsp;To comfort&amp;nbsp;when I am blue, I just&amp;nbsp;think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you darling,&amp;nbsp;this much I know,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in your arms the passion&amp;nbsp;and love grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my dreams,wishing you here,&lt;br /&gt;sharing the moment,whispering how much&lt;br /&gt;I care.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;May the sun remind you of the warmth from inside,&lt;br /&gt;when &amp;nbsp;two hearts and souls bonded for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind, a song of love it sings, the&lt;br /&gt;words unimportant whats matters is what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the dream of lovers, hold me so tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't you let me go as I'll be with you day and night.&lt;br /&gt;To kiss away any darkness or weary signs of gray&lt;br /&gt;and give to you&amp;nbsp;my everlasting &amp;nbsp;love day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the sun remind you of the warmth from inside,&lt;br /&gt;when two hearts and souls bonded for all of time. &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind, a song of love it sings, the&lt;br /&gt;words unimportant, what matters is what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't magic, no the angels didn't sing, song birds at my window were not a dream. The darkness comes early as winter is here and I wonder what the future has to share. Lonely was I, wishing you were here, gazing out the window , I fell into a stare. My heart a million miles away as I was caught up in a dream and the images of love that wouldn't fade. I began drifting like ship at sea, consumed by your love and memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8895703716372012698?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8895703716372012698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8895703716372012698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8895703716372012698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8895703716372012698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2012/01/blink-in-time.html' title='Blink in Time'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2432329285124543946</id><published>2011-12-31T20:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:35:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three  hours and two minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I make no new years resolution for vulnerable are we&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp;time holds all the answers and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;you hold the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours and two minutes&lt;br /&gt;and another year is gone and&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreaming of where I&lt;br /&gt;belong, your arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;gentle yet tight and a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;of memories to record day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting the new year,&lt;br /&gt;like I ended the old, imagining&lt;br /&gt;a kiss and your embrace strong.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;and dancing in the heavens blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat here waiting, wanting you so,&lt;br /&gt;wishing and wondering which way&lt;br /&gt;to go.. The day is almost over and&lt;br /&gt;all I can say, is I promise my love&lt;br /&gt;for a lifetime times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours and two minutes&lt;br /&gt;and another year is gone and&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreaming of where I&lt;br /&gt;belong, your arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;gentle yet tight and a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;of memories to record day&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;No Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue &amp;nbsp;in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering what you are&lt;br /&gt;doing and if you're thinking of me,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the heavens and&lt;br /&gt;trapped in my own daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is lonely, my soul&lt;br /&gt;feels despair, waiting on a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and not the wind through my&lt;br /&gt;hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed so quickly and&lt;br /&gt;the night lingers on as I lay my&lt;br /&gt;head upon the pillow singing&lt;br /&gt;silly love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that&lt;br /&gt;can't be taken away, for it&lt;br /&gt;was given to me and in my&lt;br /&gt;heart is where it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence now broken,&lt;br /&gt;a warmth we both share,&lt;br /&gt;is from the song of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;that brings you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shout it, I sang&lt;br /&gt;as loud as I could sing,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly it&amp;nbsp;occurred&lt;br /&gt;that louder is not a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;there is no blue in sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I whispered&amp;nbsp;to the winter birds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;when you begin to take flight,&lt;br /&gt;take my love and make him feel&lt;br /&gt;it both day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Here is a path,&amp;nbsp;a journey to take,&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and a life we'll make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden,&amp;nbsp;by the valley,&lt;br /&gt;down by the stream,&amp;nbsp;hold&amp;nbsp;my hand&lt;br /&gt;and walk&amp;nbsp;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a path, a journey to take,&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and a life we'll make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that bring you closer to&lt;br /&gt;me, every corner of the earth and&lt;br /&gt;in the clouds where we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a path, a journey to take,\&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and a life we'll make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2432329285124543946?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2432329285124543946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2432329285124543946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2432329285124543946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2432329285124543946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-hours-and-two-minutes.html' title='Three  hours and two minutes'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3073674947954900891</id><published>2011-12-31T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:23:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>I found a little book that I made in third or fourth grade. It was yellow with age, the outside done up in a array of flowers. Inside the book was notes written by teachers and classmates. Honestly I drew a blank when reading most of the names. How could I have forgotten teachers and other children? My mind was blank as if that moment in time did not exist. The mind is quite clever it erases passages of time that we choose not to deal with. The irony is that I don't really remember the people or the time period or why its completely erased from my mind. When working over the years I have met so many people, some of the faces began to fade like a collage and to this day others stand out like bright beams of light. Sometimes it's an action, a reaction, conversation or a moment in time, but whatever it is, it leaves impact on our being. I had a phone call from a customer, " Do you remember me?" I realized that those who did stand out pulled at &amp;nbsp;the strings of my heart in one way or another. The year comes with many memories and I find that I have a tendency to hold on to the positive and like a seed in wind blow the negative away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord above,&lt;br /&gt;for he directed my soul,&lt;br /&gt;to you my special love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited till the moment&lt;br /&gt;when he was sure, that&lt;br /&gt;I would recognize such&lt;br /&gt;love in you whom I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord above,&lt;br /&gt;for he directed my soul,&lt;br /&gt;to you my special love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my tears,&lt;br /&gt;renewed my faith,&lt;br /&gt;and gave to me the&lt;br /&gt;memories in which I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord above,&lt;br /&gt;for he directed my soul,&lt;br /&gt;to you my special love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not up for a party,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there to dance,&lt;br /&gt;sitting here daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;of sunshine and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no laughter,&lt;br /&gt;nor stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the world is dark when&lt;br /&gt;you're not here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not up for a party,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there to dance,&lt;br /&gt;sitting here daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;of sunshine and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sing Heart Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a pool of memories,&lt;br /&gt;or it might be more like drowning,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and over my head in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open or closed you are all that I&lt;br /&gt;can see, the joy of my life that&lt;br /&gt;brought true love to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3073674947954900891?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3073674947954900891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3073674947954900891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3073674947954900891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3073674947954900891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3169764034512981068</id><published>2011-12-30T23:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:53:10.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like an unpainted canvas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart awaits your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3169764034512981068?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3169764034512981068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3169764034512981068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3169764034512981068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3169764034512981068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-unpainted-canvas-my-heart-awaits.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6755484872924149723</id><published>2011-12-30T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:42:05.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silk and lace'/><title type='text'>Silk and Lace</title><content type='html'>Cleaning out the closet,&lt;br /&gt;my fingers traced a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;negligee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of silk and lace.Stitched&lt;br /&gt;with a delicate bow to my&lt;br /&gt;cheek the bodice I placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never chose to wear it, I&lt;br /&gt;kept &amp;nbsp;it for so long and yet it&lt;br /&gt;still looked pristine in a mystical&lt;br /&gt;kind of way, touching on a&lt;br /&gt;dream that never ever fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stroke the mind awakening&lt;br /&gt;memories of old , when youth&lt;br /&gt;was so hopeful and time had&lt;br /&gt;yet to take its tolls. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held back the tears of the life&lt;br /&gt;that would never be, for I believe&lt;br /&gt;this script was written by someone&lt;br /&gt;other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have paved the path&lt;br /&gt;with sunshine and glee and a&lt;br /&gt;bed full of petals, a love song&lt;br /&gt;a day and a blue sky to chase&lt;br /&gt;away any shade of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped all that I was doing,&lt;br /&gt;as if time really could stand still,&lt;br /&gt;and I listened to my heart and&lt;br /&gt;no words could it speak so&lt;br /&gt;again to my chest I placed my&lt;br /&gt;hand and felt the story through&lt;br /&gt;each and every beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6755484872924149723?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6115141725138998719</id><published>2011-12-30T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:10:02.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2012</title><content type='html'>The new year is quickly approaching and my mind floods with so many thoughts and memories. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow will be nothing like today. I danced on the clouds in the heavens high, smiled and laughed and sometimes I cried. Felt your love fill my heart with joy and the emptiness that the day employed. Raced the moment to hold still time as if you were in my arms and not in my mind. The galaxy inviting, the stars spell out your name and there my soul soars to embrace another day. Dreams are but a gateway to bring you close to me in hope that when I wake up you'll be lying next to me. The road is awfully fuzzy, the mountains do seem high, the rivers are widening but not the memories I keep inside. The winter is upon us, days limited of sun, until I close my eyes and allow my soul to run. Racing the wind to be where you are and feel your arms around me like the heavens embrace the stars. Life is so&amp;nbsp;fickle&amp;nbsp;that we don't know where it will lead, but if I follow my heart, I'll be living the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I hear,&lt;br /&gt;the music fills the air,&lt;br /&gt;teasing the mind,&lt;br /&gt;of another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears that fall,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;remember it all,&lt;br /&gt;the days of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;and dreams of forever&lt;br /&gt;after.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6115141725138998719?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6115141725138998719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6115141725138998719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6115141725138998719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6115141725138998719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-2012.html' title='Welcome 2012'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3091895636077289704</id><published>2011-12-29T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:56:08.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing the Silence</title><content type='html'>The winter sun is shining,&lt;br /&gt;as bright as it can be,&lt;br /&gt;a reminder of summer,&lt;br /&gt;it touched on memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart quivered,&lt;br /&gt;my soul stood in denial,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth surfaced&lt;br /&gt;and it's there behind&lt;br /&gt;each and every smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3091895636077289704?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3091895636077289704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3091895636077289704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3091895636077289704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3091895636077289704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-sun-is-shining-as-bright-as-it.html' title='Embracing the Silence'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4008798748944999603</id><published>2011-12-24T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:32:33.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Largest Brightest Star'/><title type='text'>The largest brightest star...Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>My hair is pulled up in soft loose curls. I had chosen a v-neck sweater dress in a not so quite turquoise, I think it is a little more green. Diamond earrings, my daughters snowman bracelet and camel color high heel boots. I have been anxious to head out for the evening and I am as ready as I am going to get for Christmas morning. In one breath I am happy to be celebrating the season and yet I find myself wiping tears that seem to fall without an obvious reason. Everyone of us has a time and place and a vulnerability. We wake up to a new day and that in itself is a gift. There are other gifts, as close as the stars and yet distant, one with the world and yet separate, bonding of hearts and yet divided. I find myself wanting to rejoice and at the same time feeling my body quiver and like the snow as it melts from the sun, I feel my heart melt from your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I looked to the sky&lt;/b&gt;, to the star shining bright and I knew at that moment you were holding me tight. No rivers nor mountains, no miles can divide, the love from your heart which warms deep inside. Half&amp;nbsp; of me is happy, the other half sad as the tears are a reminder of both my needs and all that I have.. No words from my lips but a whisper the same as I looked to the sky on this early Christmas day. Magical and wonderful if you let it all in , the joy of life when you bond with a friend. I looked to the sky, the star shining bright and I knew at that moment you were holding me tight.&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4008798748944999603?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4008798748944999603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4008798748944999603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4008798748944999603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4008798748944999603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/largest-brightest-star.html' title='The largest brightest star...Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-3904326454841201008</id><published>2011-12-21T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:29:57.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;As I look back at older pieces....well my grammar is way off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-size: 17px;"&gt;More precious than any treasure royalty could hold, more valuable than that of the most highly prized gold . Heavier than a mountain , lighter than the breeze , warmer than the sunshine and more beautiful than any dream. You can float it on the river, and hold it in your heart and when you close your eyes at night you can see it in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-size: 17px;"&gt;It can comfort a distressed baby , wipe the tears from a broken heart , it can halt raging waters&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-size: 17px;"&gt;and cause a fire to spark. It can knot a field of flowers and at your feet a bouquet lay and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-size: 17px;"&gt;when distressed and overwhelmed allow the child to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000; font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 31px;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-3904326454841201008?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3904326454841201008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=3904326454841201008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3904326454841201008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/3904326454841201008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-880006229977247363</id><published>2011-12-21T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:34:44.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue sky'/><title type='text'>What Makes The Sky Blue</title><content type='html'>The image of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;the love that flows from you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart void of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;makes the sky so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy we share,&lt;br /&gt;the memories we made,&lt;br /&gt;the dreams of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;brings colors to the day.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasures of life make&lt;br /&gt;a king and queen of you and I,&lt;br /&gt;for the wealth is from the love&lt;br /&gt;we share under blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion over flows,&lt;br /&gt;the joy lights the sky and&lt;br /&gt;the bonding of our two&lt;br /&gt;souls burst out from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures we share, like&lt;br /&gt;passion through the air,&lt;br /&gt;magical indeed, conquers&lt;br /&gt;those who disbelieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars from the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;shines down on you and I,&lt;br /&gt;with a sparkling celebration&lt;br /&gt;of the day our soul combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is when you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and you can't see the love of your life.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you want me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be for I promise forever a day plus&lt;br /&gt;eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am there with you, I'm holding your hand,&lt;br /&gt;don't let it go, my heart so demands.&lt;br /&gt;There are rainbows,dreams waiting to come&lt;br /&gt;true in a field of happiness there is only me&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so many tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that love could conquer all,&lt;br /&gt;I banked on my dreams that I could have it all.&lt;br /&gt;Love in the morning when I open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and love through the day with no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless tears of the memories that never fade&lt;br /&gt;and the cold and darkness that rule the day.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow and heartache and my pillow and I,&lt;br /&gt;catch the tears like the rain &amp;nbsp;falling from the&lt;br /&gt;sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-880006229977247363?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/880006229977247363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=880006229977247363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/880006229977247363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/880006229977247363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-makes-sky-blue.html' title='What Makes The Sky Blue'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4283044345462934883</id><published>2011-12-20T06:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:28:57.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace and contentment'/><title type='text'>Peace and Contentment</title><content type='html'>Hum the song of love,&lt;br /&gt;no words do I need,&lt;br /&gt;happiness is central,&lt;br /&gt;when I stop to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is just beginning&lt;br /&gt;and like the day before,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up counting my&lt;br /&gt;blessings to you whom&lt;br /&gt;I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with love,&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are of you and&lt;br /&gt;when I slowly close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am right there next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams the net to catch me&lt;br /&gt;when I am blue and like your&lt;br /&gt;warm embrace holding tight&lt;br /&gt;all the night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling, where snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;usually lay,&amp;nbsp;unseasonable the weather&lt;br /&gt;a reminder of gifts sent our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the memories and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;the joy that love brings and the&lt;br /&gt;faith in tomorrow that around&lt;br /&gt;the corner is spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to go on rushing time away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each moment we are together is like the month of may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing a song, sing of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the words from heaven,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fell down from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing a song, sing of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rejoice in our togetherness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day we became one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing a song, sing of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the words from heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fell down from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace comes from knowing you are here,&lt;br /&gt;contentment is in the moments we share.&lt;br /&gt;The walk on the earth, the dance in the stars&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the beating of two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts and love filled dreams,&lt;br /&gt;magical whims and sweet memories,&lt;br /&gt;conjures up a spell to break the barriers&lt;br /&gt;that distance held and place you here&lt;br /&gt;next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning and my eyes were still asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I reviewed my dreams just to hold you close to me.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your spirit,, the magic of your smile ,&lt;br /&gt;the power of love that extinguishes the &amp;nbsp;miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced upon the heavens and there we embraced,&lt;br /&gt;following your footsteps while staring into your face.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me , your heart beat next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;as we continued the dance of love upon the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt;Pull me ever close, &lt;br /&gt;till our hearts are one.&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow your dance lead&lt;br /&gt;on the clouds above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head upon your shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;as you whisper words of love,&lt;br /&gt;and we dance the dance of &lt;br /&gt;lovers, heart and souls as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull me ever close, &lt;br /&gt;till our hearts are one.&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow your dance lead&lt;br /&gt;on the clouds above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4283044345462934883?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4283044345462934883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4283044345462934883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4283044345462934883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4283044345462934883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-and-contentment.html' title='Peace and Contentment'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6315018955949100141</id><published>2011-12-19T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:28:19.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Not just words but emotion scripted from life.</title><content type='html'>The&amp;nbsp; year is coming to an end and as I do each year at this time I look back&amp;nbsp; over my life. Sometimes I wonder exactly how I got here and then I remember something once said to me long ago” sometimes you find the road and&amp;nbsp; sometimes the road finds you”&amp;nbsp; As I packaged&amp;nbsp; products&amp;nbsp; for customers today, it occurred to me that I was packaging a little bit of heart and soul.&amp;nbsp; Each product that I make and sell is a tribute to my life on Earth. Whether it is writing or my skin care it is a journey in motion. I tried to understand each person who had come into my life and why and at first I was confused. We don’t always see the gift until years&amp;nbsp; later when we draw on the experience for the wisdom which is packed in each one. I looked at everything as&amp;nbsp; if it had to have a beginning and end. But in retrospect it has all been one , like a set of building blocks creating a new day.&amp;nbsp; Each block of life is formed for a very specific reason. Sometimes I have felt different and I understand now that difference is part of our individual character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about an angel singing a song,&lt;br /&gt;nor a set of love birds wings flapping strong.&lt;br /&gt;The magic of life, the mystery of a song, is&lt;br /&gt;the sharing of life, knowing where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not&amp;nbsp; about a mountain where I call your name,&lt;br /&gt;nor the blue sky where I script it like a flame.&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of words that I write for you&amp;nbsp; are&lt;br /&gt;left on your heart from the day I met you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6315018955949100141?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6315018955949100141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6315018955949100141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6315018955949100141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6315018955949100141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-just-words-but-emotion-scripted.html' title='Not just words but emotion scripted from life.'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2586559820805469609</id><published>2011-12-16T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:50:53.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday Jesus'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>My sister called she said" did you hear that they are threatening again to remove the manger in town square." I find it amazing if you listen to the story of baby Jesus that anyone could be threatened by peace and love.&amp;nbsp; I have read the bible many times and the stories can take on many varied interpretations, but all in all they are lessons that have stood the test of time. I think of Christmas as a time of renewed faith. When you calculate the heaviness that is placed upon us, you find that having a faith can reduce the weight of negativity. Sometimes its about bringing peace and other times acceptance of that with which we have no control over. There are many things in life that might make you want to give up, the tragedies take on many forms. It might be so that the best angels are right here on earth. &lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have lost many dear friends, those important people who helped in the creating of memories. As I have gotten older I find that not many people can fill the shoes of those special people. I was a bit melancholy and really not prepared for company. My son's girlfriend stopped in and asked if I could bring out the paints so she could make decorations for the tree. We cleaned off the table and she sat down with her spirit and smile. Grateful am I for those earthly angels that enter my life.&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't always follow the plan and as I thought about my disappointments the tears swelled and I could not hold them back. I feel robotic at times moving to the expectations of others. My heart is heavy and I hunger to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on the tree,&lt;br /&gt;christmas bells in the air,&lt;br /&gt;the joy of the season&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a celebration that nears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are all so simple,&lt;br /&gt;and meaningful to me, they&lt;br /&gt;place you in my arms as&lt;br /&gt;we dance to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are closed and still&lt;br /&gt;I can see through my heart&lt;br /&gt;the love that was always&lt;br /&gt;meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on the tree,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas bells in the air,&lt;br /&gt;the joy of the season&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a celebration that nears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;On the clouds in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;this dance for you and I,&lt;br /&gt;take my hand, take my heart&lt;br /&gt;for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the clouds in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;this dance for you and I,&lt;br /&gt;from my heart to yours,&lt;br /&gt;there will be no goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the clouds in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;this dance for you and I,&lt;br /&gt;take my hand, take my heart&lt;br /&gt;for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to give up in the worst way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I don't think it is in my genetic make up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snap, crackle the wood is burning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the holiday is near. I find myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;daydreaming&amp;nbsp; wishing that you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;were here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snap,crackle the wood is burning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the fireplace is all a glow and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;season is coming fast as I sit here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snap, crackle the wood is burning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; as I vision you with me. Cliche,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a bear skin rug and a look at my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the stars, they are shinning awfully bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;knowing they are a glow in your world and min each night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My arms open and my heart waits for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my dreams of forever of a love of two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sit it wondering the night away, wishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and wanting you both night and day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My arms open and my heart waits for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my dreams of forever of a love of two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sliding on rainbows, jumping the clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a silly dance spinning around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If every dream brought you near,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;enough to feel your love, I'd never&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;open up my eyes, in fear you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;disappear from sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2586559820805469609?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2586559820805469609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2586559820805469609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2586559820805469609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2586559820805469609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4627193617072507088</id><published>2011-12-15T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:47:58.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>High on a hill</title><content type='html'>When I was a young child I had a connection with a building that sat high on the hill. When ever I saw this majestic structure, I knew I was in one way or another close to home. The irony is the castle like building with this unusual globe was close enough that I could see it from my little corner of the world, but far enough away that it was never really within grasp. It had &amp;nbsp;a fantasy like quality to it and that might have been part of the draw. But really I guess it had to do with the fact that when I felt alone or lost I would turn around and it would be there, high on the hill. &amp;nbsp;I said to myself " one day I am going to take a drive by it to see it up close", but I do believe the building had been taken down long ago. I guess I have always had a sort of sentimental&amp;nbsp;connection&amp;nbsp;to places and things. As if an object held a memory which brought comfort and a sense of peace.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day today and I find myself trapped in total exhaustion. So as I sit back and relax my mind drifts to that safe place all those many years ago. Somethings never leave like the uncontrollable emotions that have me running away within my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;to open heart and&lt;br /&gt;there I find your&lt;br /&gt;open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;to love so true,&lt;br /&gt;where I share&lt;br /&gt;a kiss with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;beyond mountains high,&lt;br /&gt;where all is seen from&lt;br /&gt;the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;I am safe at last ,&lt;br /&gt;no tears or heartache,&lt;br /&gt;in the dreams I clasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;I am all alone,&lt;br /&gt;running circles,&lt;br /&gt;which way do I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs fast, runs far,&lt;br /&gt;an image I see,&lt;br /&gt;who stands there&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The darkness drapes the evening,&lt;br /&gt;the stars take to the sky and it's&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment that I quickly&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;To close my eyes is to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;to fall asleep is to live in the dream,&lt;br /&gt;to live in the dream is to feel your arms,&lt;br /&gt;to feel your arms is to know love,&lt;br /&gt;to know love is to embrace peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4627193617072507088?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4627193617072507088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4627193617072507088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Tears to laughter,&lt;br /&gt;sadness to a smile,&lt;br /&gt;heartache to a dream&lt;br /&gt;and love all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;your love to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;an angel that whispers&lt;br /&gt;the memories from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the product of our dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To string the multi colored lights&lt;br /&gt;all throughout the tree,represents&lt;br /&gt;the&amp;nbsp;diversity of every thought and dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke to the darkness and yet the light of your love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lit the morn as it shines in my heart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mankind placed upon a&amp;nbsp;pedestal&amp;nbsp;is the first step of failure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for we are not superior in thought nor action until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we are one with the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dreams are the catalyst which&lt;br /&gt;place you in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7246411495385486808?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7246411495385486808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7246411495385486808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7246411495385486808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7246411495385486808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/tears-to-laughter-sadness-to-smile.html' title='From Earth To The Stars'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1887162272723860564</id><published>2011-12-07T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:09:20.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays snow'/><title type='text'>In the Midst of a Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lullaby a sweet song,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll sing softly for&amp;nbsp;you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a melody of the heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;of a dream come true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rest my darling with your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;head to my breast and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;in the arms a comfort&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;as we are truly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Lullaby a sweet song,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I'll sing softly for&amp;nbsp;you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;a melody of the heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;of a dream come true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8G97E-cg40/Tt-KbAqSbtI/AAAAAAAACqk/EQpC5TrT8dc/s1600/a+happy+holiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8G97E-cg40/Tt-KbAqSbtI/AAAAAAAACqk/EQpC5TrT8dc/s320/a+happy+holiday.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought about all of the various holidays and not far behind comes the word expectations. Expectation clearly lines a path that may or may not lead to disappointment. I found myself torn in the belief that everyday is a holiday waiting to be celebrated and another part of me falls into the ummm Rockwell Christmas! With the children not always home for a holiday,there was collage, the military, living in different states and splitting the day with &amp;nbsp;in laws etc. So when my children were disappointed that they couldn't be home for a holiday, I would say when family is together any day and every day is a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;But most holidays whether they are religious or not center around gratitude. We are grateful for the teachings of kindness that Christmas so celebrates, the opportunity for renewal that the&amp;nbsp;Resurrection&amp;nbsp;teaches and even those that celebrate presidents or labor day and our military. Each holiday has become &amp;nbsp;a way of bringing families closer together or at least it should be. &amp;nbsp;But in reality sometimes the joy of the season is over looked by our need to fulfill the dream of a Rockwell painting.&lt;br /&gt;The true meaning of the holidays somehow gets lost in the traditions that we tend to follow. The perfect dinner, the right gift, games, entertainment and a host of the usual expected &amp;nbsp;such as ten varieties of baking cookie, that are gobbled up in the first fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I have looked back over the many years, the parties, celebrations, joys and&amp;nbsp;disappointments. I have learned allot and I have healed and grown not only as a woman but as a human being. Each day I wake up I am grateful that my eyes have opened, my health is with me and that I will still chance to take various paths on the journey. I am grateful for whatever came before us that created earth in its perfection. I rejoice in that I love and that I am loved. I celebrate the magic of life which has allowed the collisions of various souls. Bewildered and yet understanding of the trials in which we summarize and script as our eternal legacy. The&amp;nbsp;coming&amp;nbsp;together of spirit to dance freely upon the heavens, to sing from the heart and to make love to the moment.&lt;br /&gt;With love as our guide, allow peace to promote a well being that can be celebrated each day of the year. May we remember that a day on the calender is just a reminder of the actions that we should live through out our life. Balancing our emotions with our actions and allowing the love to flow through is necessary in bedding peace in the heart. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should &amp;nbsp;give to you a gift,&lt;br /&gt;no gift wrap will I need,&lt;br /&gt;for in your heart I left my&lt;br /&gt;love and the joy of memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls in unity,&lt;br /&gt;harmony now resides,&lt;br /&gt;for once peace has entered,&lt;br /&gt;only happiness is what we'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4BFoyzOQw/Tt-Mm6LIZoI/AAAAAAAACqs/V-TOecPCUoo/s1600/NRockwell_Christmas_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4BFoyzOQw/Tt-Mm6LIZoI/AAAAAAAACqs/V-TOecPCUoo/s320/NRockwell_Christmas_thumb.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;“For everything there is a season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;... A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is much that can be felt when love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is the source of energy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To eradicate the world of evil thoughts,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is the first step towards uniting in peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All mankind benefits with respect at the helm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This holiday season is not about what we wrap with our hands,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but what we give with our hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These words are simply my thoughts...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The greatest weapon to keep evil from gaining ground is love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Christmas flowers and holiday cards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;the three wise men following a star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Celebrations each day of the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;in honor of the love you and I share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Trees decorated with so many lights,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;enough to brighten the &amp;nbsp;darkest night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The road to happiness begins here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in honor of the love you and I share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing with the snowflakes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spinning around and filled with glee,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;celebrating love and how much you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mean to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pulls you close and holds gently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in my heart, where I feel the magic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brought you here from a far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing with the snowflakes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spinning around and filled with glee,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;celebrating love and how much you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mean to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't hide the smile nor the sparkle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in my eyes as I dream of you my darling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the love I hold inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing with the snowflakes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;spinning around and filled with glee,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;celebrating love and how much you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mean to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This poem resurfaced and I was amazed at the year it was written, seems like yesterday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font: normal normal bold 11px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; letter-spacing: inherit; margin: inherit; padding: inherit;"&gt;FRIDAY, JUNE 15, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry" style="margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=14014097&amp;amp;postID=1887162272723860564" name="7721152386385775269"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal normal 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2007/06/www.2onacloud.com" style="color: #2288bb; text-decoration: none;"&gt;No Loneliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7721152386385775269" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 310px;"&gt;Allow no loneliness to reside,&lt;br /&gt;whispers of love to your heart&lt;br /&gt;collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branched upon a tree of high,&lt;br /&gt;waiting the wind to come on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath and feel it near,&lt;br /&gt;the breeze that blows is not to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent in the current above,&lt;br /&gt;all the magic that exist in Love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;an old but goodie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2007/06/www.2onacloud.com" style="color: #33aaff; text-decoration: none;"&gt;No Loneliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7721152386385775269" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto; width: 310px;"&gt;Allow no loneliness to reside,&lt;br /&gt;whispers of love to your heart&lt;br /&gt;collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branched upon a tree of high,&lt;br /&gt;waiting the wind to come on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath and feel it near,&lt;br /&gt;the breeze that blows is not to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent in the current above,&lt;br /&gt;all the magic that exist in Love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1887162272723860564?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1887162272723860564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1887162272723860564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1887162272723860564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1887162272723860564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-flowers-and-holiday-cards.html' title='In the Midst of a Snow Storm'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8G97E-cg40/Tt-KbAqSbtI/AAAAAAAACqk/EQpC5TrT8dc/s72-c/a+happy+holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4243625850324285506</id><published>2011-12-04T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T02:19:14.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as I leave with you darling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet kisses good night.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyiCRJ_yWkw/TttvJM2WM_I/AAAAAAAACp8/RhIAh5hgs2c/s1600/V1LargeFirePlace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyiCRJ_yWkw/TttvJM2WM_I/AAAAAAAACp8/RhIAh5hgs2c/s320/V1LargeFirePlace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt; mistletoe&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss Now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frazzled that everyone wasn't up and moving to get to the farm to get a Christmas tree, check out the holiday vendors and the festivities that were planned for the day.I was discouraged and just a wee bit under the weather and maybe a little&amp;nbsp;temper-mental&amp;nbsp;as I yelled that the day was not going to plan Much later in the day my young adult children went to the farm &amp;nbsp;without me to pick out &amp;nbsp;a Christmas tree. I have to admit as they placed it in the tree stand that the&amp;nbsp;Douglas&amp;nbsp;fir looked perfect. In its perfection I saw&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;pride in which they chose the tree, the joint effort in working together and a joy of the season that flowed&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;them . As I looked on at the tree &amp;nbsp;or maybe it was past the tree, I had found myself gazing as if through the eyes of a child. How could it be that the hopes and dreams with which we struggle to understand as a child stays with us to this very day? I believe all of our actions from early on to this very moment are accumulative. Like building blocks furthering the depth of character.&lt;br /&gt;There was something my daughter wrote that stayed with me, she said " I wrote my life in pen, so that when I made a mistake I couldn't erase it." I imagine that is her spin on learning from your mistakes. But I found that we make so many of them because no two are ever the same. It seems that they are not always&amp;nbsp;identifiable&amp;nbsp;because they appear to take on a different feel so that we don't recognize an error until we already have passed through the water filled pothole. As the years press on I feel overwhelmed with &amp;nbsp;the child like emotions and experiences which meet with a maturity level that time itself brings. It doesn't change the story that has already been written but it does give a different view and a choice at an alternate ending.&lt;br /&gt;Like balancing your investments, you look at what you have and gained and lost by the experiences. In all reality you never really lose anything as everything that happens is realistically a part of the journey. Why does it have to hurt? Looking into the eyes of the many people I meet you get a glimpse of their heaven and hell. I realized that is hell is not death, it is our inability to deal with a segment of the journey. That is what makes each persons experience a hell our lack of coping skills. I thought that maybe those who found acceptance of the negative to easily were just desensitized and therefore overlooked the obvious. But that would only be so if they continued to make the same mistakes. Of course there is a level of&amp;nbsp;ignorance&amp;nbsp;as well as circumstances that need to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;With my thoughts drifting off in different directions, I hope that with love in my heart I can redirect my thoughts and surround myself with the optimism that the season is capable of bringing. The responsibility lies within our own choices and guides us in a positive way.So as I stare once more at the undressed Christmas tree, I allow only the warmth of your love close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My head on your shoulder,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;your heart beat next to mine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the flesh quivers, the soul resigns,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for we are strengthened by our&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&amp;nbsp;and the words are written like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a scroll in the heavens above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings a little love song,&lt;br /&gt;hums a familiar tune,&lt;br /&gt;writes the words in&lt;br /&gt;the heavens blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace life,&lt;br /&gt;dance within your heart,&lt;br /&gt;move with the steps,&lt;br /&gt;that join us from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings a little love song,&lt;br /&gt;hums a familiar tune,&lt;br /&gt;writes the words in&lt;br /&gt;the heavens blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Under the Blue Skies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;down &amp;nbsp;by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;near a pine tree or&lt;br /&gt;rolling in leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you,&lt;br /&gt;heart, soul or mind,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love that&lt;br /&gt;conquers time.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Christmas lights,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no colors do I need,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for I have your love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and that's enough for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No sadness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nor skies of gray,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for I have your love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the sunshine that never fades.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are my dreams,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;far from perfect,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and yet it feels right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes the holidays which are meant to be a beautiful celebration of life and the gift of love are overwhelmed with the&amp;nbsp;disappointment&amp;nbsp; of &amp;nbsp;to many expectations. There is no greater gift than to be loved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sharing my pillow morning and night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;watching you dream under the stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bright light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strolling down the lane,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;holding your hand turns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;away skies of gray.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the sea, on a mountain,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in a field we lay, in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clouds through sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;or rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Holly or mistletoe,&lt;br /&gt;morning or night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you sweet&lt;br /&gt;darling for the rest&lt;br /&gt;of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't sleep until whisper in your ear&amp;gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I love you...good night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4243625850324285506?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4243625850324285506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4243625850324285506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4243625850324285506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4243625850324285506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/early-christmas-kisses.html' title='Early Christmas Kisses'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyiCRJ_yWkw/TttvJM2WM_I/AAAAAAAACp8/RhIAh5hgs2c/s72-c/V1LargeFirePlace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2423450340762351678</id><published>2011-12-01T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:11:16.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1st</title><content type='html'>Think... sweet kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hands held tight,&lt;br /&gt;arms around you,&lt;br /&gt;love in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think... sweet blessings,&lt;br /&gt;yours and mine,&lt;br /&gt;grace our lives,&lt;br /&gt;till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think... the moment,&lt;br /&gt;when dreams are made,&lt;br /&gt;some come true and&lt;br /&gt;others fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think... my love,&lt;br /&gt;I give to you,&lt;br /&gt;from earth to the&lt;br /&gt;heavens, just us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Calms my spirit, soothes my mind,&lt;br /&gt;the road to heaven is mighty fine.&lt;br /&gt;You and I travel far as we meet&lt;br /&gt;each night&amp;nbsp;beyond the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven is when your heart is open&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and love walks in .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am most at peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I can feel your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2423450340762351678?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2423450340762351678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2423450340762351678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2423450340762351678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2423450340762351678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-1st_01.html' title='December 1st'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1571232196539017517</id><published>2011-11-29T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:58:48.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate with poetry'/><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>I spoke to my heart and I asked "what do you feel?" and at first the heart quivered and for a mere second it stood still and than it just whispered " sweet love, I feel, a tease like a rain drop cool on the skin causes a shiver and wakes from within" Amazed by the response I smiled and I giggled and the memories flowed and inside and out I started to wiggle. Love is empowering and fills &amp;nbsp;a tremendous need. pure, untainted and absent of greed. Again I questioned in an obvious plea " heart tell me what did you see?"" The heart &amp;nbsp;paused for a moment or two and suddenly chanted" I saw the love, the love that lives in you" Some sit in judgement rules are made and it feels like a caretaker digging a grave. One last question came to mind, I blurted out loudly as if temporarily insane " tell me heart, let me know, who wrote the script and which way to go?" The heart beat quickly giving my soul a test and quickly responded with " surely you jest?" " The journey is a script from the heavens above and the road is paved strictly of love. There are bridges and valleys, rivers and seas but the path of love can bring down the largest of trees. No barriers of brick, no mountains high as the path you follow comes from inside. " I pondered as I gazed through the window of life at a journey that was not always easy and right. Choices were made and choices I followed and some led me out of the depths of the hollow. Solemn I felt the shadows of fear that kept me from listening with both of my ears. The morning is nearing, goodbye night sky, I am ready and waiting for that first glimpse of sun light. With love in my heart and the path through the hollow, &amp;nbsp;I will count my blessing as my soul I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is so wonderful and beautiful as can be,&lt;br /&gt;like a warm summer breeze that reached on&lt;br /&gt;out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;nbsp;celebrate the moment you first said hello to me,&lt;br /&gt;took &amp;nbsp;my hand and held it and redid all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent to me your love &amp;nbsp;in a &amp;nbsp;gift for all eternity, with&lt;br /&gt;a ribbon red upon your &amp;nbsp;heart &amp;nbsp;filled &amp;nbsp;with memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;nbsp;celebrate the moment you first said hello to me,&lt;br /&gt;took &amp;nbsp;my hand and held it and redid all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triggered the smiles from deep down inside and&lt;br /&gt;added the passion that set my soul on fire..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1571232196539017517?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1571232196539017517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1571232196539017517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1571232196539017517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1571232196539017517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6110661007287347130</id><published>2011-11-29T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:37:55.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely The Moonglows</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pRQ6lg2iWc4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6110661007287347130?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6110661007287347130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6110661007287347130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6110661007287347130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6110661007287347130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/sincerely-moonglows.html' title='Sincerely The Moonglows'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pRQ6lg2iWc4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1860519676526601713</id><published>2011-11-28T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:33:23.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OcK4ykKeYM/TtQ0R4bhx3I/AAAAAAAACp0/0SN1quwuQkY/s1600/dance+with+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OcK4ykKeYM/TtQ0R4bhx3I/AAAAAAAACp0/0SN1quwuQkY/s320/dance+with+me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To dance in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;and feel your heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;to the song of love that&lt;br /&gt;you sing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whisper of love on&lt;br /&gt;the clouds high and embrace&lt;br /&gt;your love in the blue of the&lt;br /&gt;sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Barefoot in the snow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;dancing on the clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;snowflakes on my tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;love within my heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;the&amp;nbsp;dreams of the soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is because I knew what I didn't have,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I now know what I do have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When despair is heavy and drapes the eve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of your love and I am showered by spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is unselfish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1860519676526601713?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1860519676526601713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1860519676526601713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1860519676526601713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1860519676526601713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/barefoot-in-snow.html' title='Barefoot in the Snow'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OcK4ykKeYM/TtQ0R4bhx3I/AAAAAAAACp0/0SN1quwuQkY/s72-c/dance+with+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8114246372747416162</id><published>2011-11-28T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:09:44.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2onacloud.com mature love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I ask for no more than you my love can give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;for I have all that is needed for in my heart you live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlock my heart that I may feel&lt;br /&gt;the sweet touch of love to my&lt;br /&gt;soul &amp;nbsp;leaves a &amp;nbsp;brazen chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes so that I'll see,&lt;br /&gt;the visions of love when you&lt;br /&gt;are side by side close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfT14uSd-uc/TtQr4bi0Z6I/AAAAAAAACps/euYlcPPMyV8/s1600/a+fire+place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfT14uSd-uc/TtQr4bi0Z6I/AAAAAAAACps/euYlcPPMyV8/s320/a+fire+place.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the flames reach beyond their realm of existence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel your love touch my heart and embrace my spirit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When hearts are pure and passion flows free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the souls are unleashed by love to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soar through&amp;nbsp;all our dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Page by page recorded the steps we take&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;through life, some are filled with heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and have not been very nice. But love is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so endearing and wonderful indeed and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as we travel further we have only to believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your presence is felt like the wind to my cheek...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I placed my faith in the Lord above,&lt;br /&gt;I knew he guide me safe and like the&lt;br /&gt;waves that reach the shore your love&lt;br /&gt;in my heart can be traced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said " no more sorrow, no&lt;br /&gt;fear shall you face, for you have met&lt;br /&gt;with the earthly angels and they will&lt;br /&gt;bargain with the hands of fate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears welled up behind my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;I thought just one would fall, until I&lt;br /&gt;heard the words of love from the&lt;br /&gt;mountains call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6yiBoZFalE/S2-BgMYHtUI/AAAAAAAACLM/pXTTDfXHagI/s1600/the+arms+of+winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6yiBoZFalE/S2-BgMYHtUI/AAAAAAAACLM/pXTTDfXHagI/s320/the+arms+of+winter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8114246372747416162?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8114246372747416162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8114246372747416162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8114246372747416162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8114246372747416162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-ask-for-no-more-than-you-my-love-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfT14uSd-uc/TtQr4bi0Z6I/AAAAAAAACps/euYlcPPMyV8/s72-c/a+fire+place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-4856981275016882829</id><published>2011-11-27T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:56:17.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eldest son held thanksgiving dinner this year and though I tried to help him in the kitchen, I laughed as he scrambled about trying to make sure everything was warm at the same time. I looked on at my adult children who had all come together in a family celebration. It was some feat from the little boys who fussed with the potatoes in the kitchen, slid on the baking flour and ran around in their Batman and Robin P J's singing to a broom as a microphone . &amp;nbsp; The flash of memories reminded me of all that I had to be grateful for, but it was the steaming hot gravy that brought to mind my grandmother. I never realized just how important she was in my life. My grandfather had passed away long before I was born and my grandmother was a very strong individual. She always did her best to make a holiday and though it was a standing joke that the gravy was the only thing hot, it was amazing that she did so much alone. Once each school year we would go to where grandma worked and there I think is where she had the most impact on me. I saw her beauty, her smile, the sparkle in her eye, strength, wisdom and the love in her. She played a big part in my life, she taught me courage, the will to do and believe and balance and &amp;nbsp;that hard work rewards us with the proper time to relax. She loved to dress up, she loved the shimmer and sparkle and she loved life. As the day came quickly to and end, I had to give thanks that through such a young life of turmoil that I had such a person to look up to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am grateful for all the experiences,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;past and present.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing is more wonderful than reaching out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for your hand and feeling you reaching back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...they must be tears of happiness....I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...wipes a tear and smiles, thinks of you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holiday movies and silly songs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wishes and dreams of where I belong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snowflakes in a winter storm on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the stage of life they miraculously&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;perform.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love brings me close to you and there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is nothing we can't do. We'll take all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;forms of time and create a concerto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;out of a love chime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The words all mingled together and I knew&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not what they meant, except for the words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of love which appeared to be heaven sent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They cast you in my dreams and placed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you in my heart and gave light to the dark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scattered here to where you are and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;placed together ignited a spark. The&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;power of my dreams is placing you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in my arms for all eternity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;My soul enlightened and the heaviness gone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;for I &amp;nbsp;now know exactly where I do belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Stars in the heavens twinkling bright, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;glow shining down in a wonderful sight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;The angels are singing our sing, the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;song of love and how time did us wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Stand still when I am near you and close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;to your heart, don't let another moment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;keep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;us apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Holiday dreams and I am with you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;simple magic where dreams come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;No promises needed for you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;my heart and that is the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;we will never part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about the holiday lights,&lt;br /&gt;but the colored ones will do, as&lt;br /&gt;I decorate for&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;with&lt;br /&gt;colors from red to green and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle of magic and a dusting from&lt;br /&gt;a far sprinkled love gently&amp;nbsp;over our&lt;br /&gt;hearts. Sweet kisses warm so&lt;br /&gt;tenderly share the spirit of love&lt;br /&gt;that took&amp;nbsp;a hold of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattened a mountain and bridged the&lt;br /&gt;mighty sea, placed you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;where you were always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Dance my love, dance with me, for&lt;br /&gt;we are forever, like forever should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dreams and I am with you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-4856981275016882829?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4856981275016882829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=4856981275016882829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4856981275016882829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/4856981275016882829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-review.html' title='Thanksgiving Review'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2793861485466752750</id><published>2011-11-22T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:59:47.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure and calm'/><title type='text'>Pure and Calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTA_o_0x6Gg/TswIIRlv7lI/AAAAAAAACpc/4izE-cdUuEE/s1600/Project1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTA_o_0x6Gg/TswIIRlv7lI/AAAAAAAACpc/4izE-cdUuEE/s320/Project1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sow thoughts of love and grow pureness in thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTbHmnNiRBo/TswLm0bEMbI/AAAAAAAACpk/5Zt0k1TLEhs/s1600/peach+thoughts.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTbHmnNiRBo/TswLm0bEMbI/AAAAAAAACpk/5Zt0k1TLEhs/s320/peach+thoughts.png" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colors like a rainbow bring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to life the magic of the soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2793861485466752750?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2793861485466752750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2793861485466752750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2793861485466752750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2793861485466752750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/pure-and-calm.html' title='Pure and Calm'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTA_o_0x6Gg/TswIIRlv7lI/AAAAAAAACpc/4izE-cdUuEE/s72-c/Project1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8827465018405409117</id><published>2011-11-20T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:11:54.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poems'/><title type='text'>Blue Sky Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I blew away the darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shook away despair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I opened up my heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;waiting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I felt your touch it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;warmed my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;magically took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;center stage and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;there your love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;unfolds. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Far, far away beyond the mind ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I ran for your embrace and your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;love is what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I belong to you and you belong to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;me, cliche as it may sound we&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;unlocked eternity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The words I write ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a story &amp;nbsp;tell of a love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;sick woman &amp;nbsp;under a spell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She laughed and danced with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;glee from heaven to the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and across the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wonderful the mystery ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;open or closed the eyes see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the beauty of love , the soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;soaring above. Opening&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the heart to see that love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;is is like a warn day in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;The words I write ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;a story &amp;nbsp;tell of a love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;sick woman &amp;nbsp;under a spell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;She laughed and danced with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;glee from heaven to the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;and across the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Warm memories and energy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a bright touch to the heart at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Smiles, smiles under the moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;as a fragile heart begins to bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;The words I write ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;a story &amp;nbsp;tell of a love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;sick woman &amp;nbsp;under a spell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;She laughed and danced with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;glee from heaven to the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;and across the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Always in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;forever entwined in my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;infused with happiness and dancing upon the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your love makes me smile... as it warms my heart and tickles my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFOcas5WGc4/S4aymZwfrRI/AAAAAAAACN0/xpbSjIVaarI/s1600/a+the+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFOcas5WGc4/S4aymZwfrRI/AAAAAAAACN0/xpbSjIVaarI/s320/a+the+beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stars shining bright &amp;nbsp;fill the heavens with&lt;br /&gt;a magical sight,&amp;nbsp;twinkle, yes, twinkle yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love him so , twinkle bright so he&lt;br /&gt;will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright, fill the heavens with&lt;br /&gt;a magical sight,twinkle yes, twinkle yes,&lt;br /&gt;I love him so , twinkle bright so he&lt;br /&gt;will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as the mountains would have it and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as close as your love in my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing oh! yes I'm singing,&lt;br /&gt;singing&amp;nbsp;of my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just wanna tell you, I &amp;nbsp;just want&lt;br /&gt;you to know, how much I really love&lt;br /&gt;you and &amp;nbsp;need you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, oh! yes I'm singing,&lt;br /&gt;singing my way to your arms.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;If I were gonna make a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;I'd make it just for you, give it&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of color, like the red&lt;br /&gt;of a rose, the blue of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and the sparkle from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;on a bridge from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were gonna make a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;I'd make it just for you, add&lt;br /&gt;all my love and kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;and stretch it &amp;nbsp;across the&lt;br /&gt;heavens big blue, directly&lt;br /&gt;from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvK9uZz_sZU/S3q3peoP_9I/AAAAAAAACNc/-Mm11WmsFPw/s1600/close+to+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvK9uZz_sZU/S3q3peoP_9I/AAAAAAAACNc/-Mm11WmsFPw/s640/close+to+you.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV0914waSwE/S3msfy-oI1I/AAAAAAAACNM/lWxKrQdvsJw/s1600/to+your+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV0914waSwE/S3msfy-oI1I/AAAAAAAACNM/lWxKrQdvsJw/s640/to+your+heart.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8827465018405409117?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8827465018405409117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8827465018405409117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8827465018405409117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8827465018405409117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/blue-sky-blue.html' title='Blue Sky Blue'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFOcas5WGc4/S4aymZwfrRI/AAAAAAAACN0/xpbSjIVaarI/s72-c/a+the+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-700732283187636284</id><published>2011-11-20T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:40:47.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Window of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ow-MIEMKu0k/RdN90AcgXYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mDZ20WTi5lQ/s1600/looking+out+for+u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ow-MIEMKu0k/RdN90AcgXYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mDZ20WTi5lQ/s320/looking+out+for+u.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather is&amp;nbsp;unseasonably&amp;nbsp;warm and grateful as I am, I know it is a short lived moment. I spent little time doing anything of importance and mostly relaxed from a very hectic weekend. I was listening to music &amp;nbsp;while driving down the road and a song came on that kind of took me back in time. I rarely go that far back in time, but it felt like like a sixty second flip book, While the pages of life flashed before me, I went from a small child, to a young woman to the present. I tried to hold back the tears but they just flowed as I tried to reason with the memories. What is the meaning of our journey and are we really responsible for all that happens? I think up to a point we are responsible but a good bit is out of our hands. Kind of reminds of the statement, that "we all have our heaven and hell." Part of me feels like that child of so many years ago and I find an uneasiness with the passing of time.&amp;nbsp;Reluctantly I have said good by to family members , a sister, brother, father and close friends and wonder what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;from days of long ago,&lt;br /&gt;reminders of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;storms of summer and&lt;br /&gt;a winter snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories unfolding,&lt;br /&gt;and still I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the meaning of this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;journey and where&lt;br /&gt;it will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-700732283187636284?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/700732283187636284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7749778538922319598</id><published>2011-11-17T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:51:41.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Play a little music,&lt;br /&gt;sing a little song,&lt;br /&gt;dance all night,&lt;br /&gt;compassionately&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;br /&gt;your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live the moment,&lt;br /&gt;let love on in,&lt;br /&gt;as we celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;the happiness from&lt;br /&gt;within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7749778538922319598?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7749778538922319598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6056424822656439482</id><published>2011-11-15T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T12:36:10.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without you'/><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not a dark and gloomy November day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for I feel your love bright and your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warm touch my very soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priceless treasures are with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;from the moment we open our eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would rather write the words of love for all eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than scatters words of heartache so that sorrow may breed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt; I don't need a mountain to shout&lt;br /&gt;from heavens high, my heart does the&lt;br /&gt;whispering of the love that lives for&lt;br /&gt;all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a story to tell you how&lt;br /&gt;much I care, the words indelible are&lt;br /&gt;written like magic through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a song to sing of our love,&lt;br /&gt;my souls plays upon the heart the music&lt;br /&gt;of our ever lasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a dream to cast you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;you have been there from day one safe with&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need &amp;nbsp;a ship to sail my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;I placed it on a cloud and I sent my love&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need reminders like blue birds in&lt;br /&gt;the sky, the sunrise in the morning, I have&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a memory of yesterday, all&lt;br /&gt;I ever wanted is your love to never fade&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need rainbows arched across the&lt;br /&gt;sky,&amp;nbsp;all I truly need is &amp;nbsp;sweetness of&lt;br /&gt;your lips to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need strangers to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;how I feel, as long as you know it&lt;br /&gt;all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to write a poem a day,&lt;br /&gt;but as long as my hands are willing ,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will write forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything but you, for you&lt;br /&gt;my love are the meaning of the sky&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happiness is an incredible emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gifted to anyone willing to accept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;no clouds of gray,&lt;br /&gt;I am there with you.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;grateful am I , for&lt;br /&gt;the magic of life,that&lt;br /&gt;put you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;this moment is true,&lt;br /&gt;from the moment you&lt;br /&gt;whispered I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;pull that joy from inside&lt;br /&gt;like the stars in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;our love will shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sunshine in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;no nightly stars shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;no laughter without you,&lt;br /&gt;no love without you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no music in the air,&lt;br /&gt;no doves above the mountains high,&lt;br /&gt;no signs of love until I look&lt;br /&gt;into your heart and gaze&amp;nbsp;into your&amp;nbsp;eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you the skies loses their&lt;br /&gt;brilliant blue, the clouds drift away&lt;br /&gt;and all that remains is the darkness&lt;br /&gt;that&amp;nbsp;distance&amp;nbsp;creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;there is no love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;no joy in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;only sadness and&amp;nbsp;loneliness&lt;br /&gt;from that which keeps you&lt;br /&gt;a far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;there is no dreams&lt;br /&gt;no dance on the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;no arms to catch me,&lt;br /&gt;when I am falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;there is no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;to the moment in the day,&lt;br /&gt;no reasoning that we should&lt;br /&gt;be separated by clouds of&lt;br /&gt;gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without out you,&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely, sad and&amp;nbsp;blue,&lt;br /&gt;wishing on the stars&lt;br /&gt;for my dreams to come&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;absence&amp;nbsp;of your love creates a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;void that cannot be filled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6056424822656439482?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7541584995801536430</id><published>2011-11-15T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:14:38.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling red'/><title type='text'>Feeling Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With love you have the world at your fingertips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AekcPqOj8eA/TsKJg5ZAjsI/AAAAAAAACpM/5QK_VhY-yaE/s1600/autumn+rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AekcPqOj8eA/TsKJg5ZAjsI/AAAAAAAACpM/5QK_VhY-yaE/s640/autumn+rose.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I always thought red was a difficult color to pull off. I think it is a bold expression of ones personality. Today I am feeling red. Whether this little bit of an obnoxious attitude is a good thing or not is to be seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Brave and gutsy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;strong and bold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;feeling red, like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;days of old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Beyond the tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;no more sorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;happiness awaits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;our tomorrows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdcsMkkdkzc/TsKOA_wgaTI/AAAAAAAACpU/tmHlGdfvk_w/s1600/red+rose+moment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdcsMkkdkzc/TsKOA_wgaTI/AAAAAAAACpU/tmHlGdfvk_w/s640/red+rose+moment.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more things in life we are&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;with,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the more complicated it becomes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes nothing is more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7541584995801536430?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7541584995801536430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7541584995801536430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7541584995801536430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7541584995801536430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeling-red.html' title='Feeling Red'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AekcPqOj8eA/TsKJg5ZAjsI/AAAAAAAACpM/5QK_VhY-yaE/s72-c/autumn+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7563923853862652684</id><published>2011-11-13T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:48:09.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and in your dreams'/><title type='text'>Comfortably in your arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4TKTT7ryOs/SO0b-Y2GtZI/AAAAAAAABlc/X_gI21DGzOY/s1600/the+beauty+of+a+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4TKTT7ryOs/SO0b-Y2GtZI/AAAAAAAABlc/X_gI21DGzOY/s320/the+beauty+of+a+dream.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew like a storm on a winter day,&lt;br /&gt;a roar that to my soul shouted out your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The heavens bowed gracefully as they cast&lt;br /&gt;you in my path, showers of love in which&lt;br /&gt;I take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Silence controlled the night until my heart soared free,&lt;br /&gt;and there above the clouds you can hear it sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Rumbling and roaring, I ran into your arms,&lt;br /&gt;felt life&amp;nbsp;dissipate&amp;nbsp;as I felt free from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Grateful am I to explore a day, while on a&lt;br /&gt;journey&amp;nbsp;to where love makes a grand display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Sand between my toes and waves that rush to&lt;br /&gt;shore and somewhere in the equation our love&lt;br /&gt;was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Felt your hand reach for mine and frozen I&lt;br /&gt;stood still and yet my heart was racing as&lt;br /&gt;your love was willed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Laid down next to you , to feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;and their I document our love for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the moment, I felt your love, holding me&lt;br /&gt;close as you whispering undying words of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazed unto the bluest sky that I had ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;strolled the shores of life waiting on a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings&amp;gt; Like the wind that blows from afar,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;may my love reach out to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Counting the moonbeams, dancing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;on the stars in our dreams, holding&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; you in my arms for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Like the wind that blows from afar,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;may my love reach out to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hold me &amp;nbsp;lose to you and don't let go,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'll see us&amp;nbsp;through the winter snow.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need your lovin and to feel your warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes darling and we are standing face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Pull me close as two hearts can be with the merging of souls&lt;br /&gt;begins a new dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need your lovin and to feel your warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes darling and we are standing face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are of an everlasting desire, a magic of life&lt;br /&gt;that&amp;nbsp;truly does inspire.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Dead end roadways no where to go,&lt;br /&gt;running around in circles like a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbles and&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;falls, but this&lt;br /&gt;is where you reached on out and I&lt;br /&gt;felt your love flow.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the most sense of peace when your love finds it place within my heart....I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgxXnKEB9zU/SO5xAwBEpfI/AAAAAAAABls/W0tZcIfcPmE/s1600/autumn+leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgxXnKEB9zU/SO5xAwBEpfI/AAAAAAAABls/W0tZcIfcPmE/s320/autumn+leaves.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7563923853862652684?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7563923853862652684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7563923853862652684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7563923853862652684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7563923853862652684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/comfortably-in-your-arms.html' title='Comfortably in your arms.'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4TKTT7ryOs/SO0b-Y2GtZI/AAAAAAAABlc/X_gI21DGzOY/s72-c/the+beauty+of+a+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2815319972256325112</id><published>2011-11-13T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:02:47.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people who need people'/><title type='text'>It is a Need...I need you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O, I hold close sweet love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; and in my heart it lives,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the joy of happiness, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; only true love gives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frazzled&amp;nbsp;until the wings of your love lifted me in flight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there upon the clouds ...we dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have met many a soul,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a few were worth the meeting,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but one is extra special and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;memory worth repeating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not until you listen to the whispers of the soul,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you understand the magic of loves hold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now, at this very moment,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I close my eyes, open my heart and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;embrace with my soul....your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was in the&amp;nbsp;absence&amp;nbsp;of love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I saw the truth of yesterdays revelation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not of want nor need&lt;br /&gt;that I reach for you, naturally&lt;br /&gt;it is of true love that I know&lt;br /&gt;what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the embrace of your&lt;br /&gt;sweet love, day and night&lt;br /&gt;and wake each morning&lt;br /&gt;with your love the guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes do not fail me they&lt;br /&gt;see what others don't, what&lt;br /&gt;my heart reveals to me in the&lt;br /&gt;shadows of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome by emotions,&lt;br /&gt;my heart I give to you,&lt;br /&gt;smiles and dreams and&lt;br /&gt;days of love await the&lt;br /&gt;merging of sweet love&lt;br /&gt;from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To brighten your day,&lt;br /&gt;when skies are no longer&lt;br /&gt;blue and give to you my&lt;br /&gt;kisses to see you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can hear me, listen well&lt;br /&gt;and my heart will speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;no tales or stories or poems of&lt;br /&gt;love, only my sincere love for&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can feel me, embrace my&lt;br /&gt;touch, my soul reaches out to you,&lt;br /&gt;let it warm you inside and out as&lt;br /&gt;as I send my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "no tears, no tear shall fall,&lt;br /&gt;no sorrow or heartache" and yet&lt;br /&gt;the memories still haunt to this&lt;br /&gt;very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said" no fear, no fear will there be,&lt;br /&gt;and yet the days of turmoil continue&lt;br /&gt;to follow me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-2815319972256325112?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2815319972256325112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=2815319972256325112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2815319972256325112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/2815319972256325112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-needi-need-you.html' title='It is a Need...I need you!'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1804175466253875250</id><published>2011-11-13T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T04:25:53.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetary of the alleghenies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>Cemetery of the Alleghenies</title><content type='html'>It has been said that " war is hell". Long after troops are with drawn and a war is declared over, the hell lives on in the minds of our returning soldiers and their families. On Veterans day we give tribute to those who paid the ultimate price for freedom and that is with their lives. Yet many times the horror that remains within those who actively served during war time is overlooked. War does not end simply by saying so, it haunts the living and those who never truly understand the evil that puts a nation on the defense. I am reminded by a simple statement made by a child " we are simply educated animals ." It is mind boggling when I think of how far we have come and not. That evil survives through hate, greed and ignorance and that we can replace an organ and create artificial knee's and hips yet we can't begin to work together as one unit in the name of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed when I look back on childhood and think how much a ten year old thinks about. I remember wanting to find a cure for mental health issues. To this day the brain is still a guarded secret, as much as we have learned about &amp;nbsp;DNA and the chemicals that control it , much is still unknown. What triggers flash backs? Sometimes a word, a memory or &amp;nbsp;a thought. Why is it that some humans have difficulty of letting go of the negative? Many times it is those whose heart or emotions conflict with the minds thought. I hope that people begin to see not only the physical wounds that are contributed by war, but the mental wounds that for some may never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cost of Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that many died,&lt;br /&gt;so that we may live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Battles won and battles lost,&lt;br /&gt;and days laced with defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some look at the cost as&lt;br /&gt;a monetary loss, but life is&lt;br /&gt;so darn precious each soul&lt;br /&gt;to our hearts&amp;nbsp;embossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REGCk_z2qvg/TsAORu4uXnI/AAAAAAAACo8/38wVe5P4JBE/s1600/the+high+cost+of+freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REGCk_z2qvg/TsAORu4uXnI/AAAAAAAACo8/38wVe5P4JBE/s640/the+high+cost+of+freedom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_QiJy9UbM/TsAOZZfkb5I/AAAAAAAACpE/k68ugUYcAcs/s1600/soldiers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_QiJy9UbM/TsAOZZfkb5I/AAAAAAAACpE/k68ugUYcAcs/s640/soldiers.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1804175466253875250?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1804175466253875250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1804175466253875250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1804175466253875250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1804175466253875250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/cemetery-of-alleghenies.html' title='Cemetery of the Alleghenies'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REGCk_z2qvg/TsAORu4uXnI/AAAAAAAACo8/38wVe5P4JBE/s72-c/the+high+cost+of+freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6412430495846182682</id><published>2011-11-10T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:10:52.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iconic and Epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viral'/><title type='text'>Iconic and Epic and Going Viral</title><content type='html'>Talk about pet peeves. One that I find to be an extreme irritant is the overuse of words. I think I am going to puke if &amp;nbsp;I hear Icon. Iconic, Epic and oh yeah ! going viral, overused one more time. An epic storm is coming across the Pacific, he or she is and icon, your product needs an iconic appeal and this video has gone viral. Does it ever occur to anyone that the media which people look up to are just not to bright? Can they not find another word to identify , relate or express with. There are a few other words and terms that drive me crazy but these are surely at the top of my list. We hear how Americans ruin the English language and I am&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to agree with them. &amp;nbsp;The urban dictionary is becoming more popular as the internet has created a a new vocabulary not necessarily seen in the old english dictionary. Watching the nightly news and hearing the newscasters mispronounce Target and J.C Penny's as if they were words written in French, is like chalk scratching the chalkboard. Is this a part of the limitations set by industry upon the&amp;nbsp;community? What does this have to do with prose? Prose is a quick glimpse at a moment in time. Though life brings with it similarities it also brings with it differences.&lt;br /&gt;If ever I should repeat a day, may it be within your arms, tasting the sweetness of your lips and enjoying your sweet charm. If ever I should overuse one particular set of words, let it be " I love you from the bottom of my heart." If I should duplicate a single dream, it would be to wake and see your smile, to feel the warmth of your love and bridge each and every mile. If I were to live my life again and start at seventeen, I'd hold your hand from day one and your heart for all eternity. If I were to reiterate the words whispered from my soul, I start with unraveling the love that from my heart unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Classic is the common&lt;br /&gt;in which people relate,&lt;br /&gt;but "I love you" is&lt;br /&gt;symbolic written by&lt;br /&gt;the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon of emotion,&lt;br /&gt;impressive&amp;nbsp;indeed,&lt;br /&gt;cast out from the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;delivered within our dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6412430495846182682?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6412430495846182682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6412430495846182682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6412430495846182682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6412430495846182682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/iconic-and-epic-and-going-viral.html' title='Iconic and Epic and Going Viral'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-1261052111895394011</id><published>2011-11-09T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:06:46.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='till'/><title type='text'>Till</title><content type='html'>One day a month or so ago my children were arguing over who gets the china when I am long gone from this earth. At first I couldn't believe what I heard so I thought I would start a collection of six sets of china so that they each would have their own collection. The responses to that made me chuckle at just what goes through people's minds. My daughter looked on and she said "what are you doing? " I instantly told her about my goal to have complete sets of china for her and each of her brothers. She said" but I don't want any china, I would only want the china that we shared memories with , shared thanksgiving, decorated for Christmas and prepared for the finest of&amp;nbsp;occasions. " I told her about the antique set and the value of it." she said who would want that it is someone else's memories. " My son Nick said " what am I going to do with china, where am I going to put it under the bridge?" It was always a standing joke with him, as his favorite childhood story was the " Runaway bunny " He would try to think of places I wouldn't want to go, and he would say" I am going to live under the bridge" I laughed and said well you have a point, they might steal the china out of your grocery cart to buy beer. He quickly responded" well that is not to bad then I'll steal back the beer...I guess I'll take the china. There is some irony to a material items and how each person views it. One child looked on and said they are so pretty, another one saw memories, one could care less, the other saw money,etc. In a conversation I saw within each of my children, the heart, greed, selfishness, beauty and all the other elements that make them human.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved that my recent test proved not to be breast cancer and simply benign growths, I felt a sense of peace. I had thought to myself of what it is we leave behind. The dishes are very vulnerable to time and can easily break. I had hoped that the gift I leave with them would not be something monetary, but hopefully positive memories, that not only fills the minds but also the heart.. Exhausted from all the testing and the few days of running around and&amp;nbsp;accompanying&amp;nbsp;my mother from her surgery, I am gathering my thoughts and relaxing a &amp;nbsp;little.&lt;br /&gt;The grandest of all experiences comes from a simple touch of love. Caring, loving, embracing and the gift that time allows us all surface. It is a little warmer today and the sun is shining. I am eager to walk out side and feel the warm wind watch the remainder of leaves fall from the trees as entertain the dreams that bring you close. It is a wonderful and the sky is so blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold no hate within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;no sorrow do I see, but I have&lt;br /&gt;grown out of the perimeters&lt;br /&gt;set to contain my love and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till &amp;nbsp;I hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;till your heart beats next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep on dreaming, even if&lt;br /&gt;it takes till the ends of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the angels sing our song,&lt;br /&gt;till &amp;nbsp;I wake up to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep on dreaming , even if&lt;br /&gt;it takes tills the ends of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the willow whispers softly,&lt;br /&gt;till you hear it speak of love,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep on dreaming , even&lt;br /&gt;if takes till the ends of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-1261052111895394011?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1261052111895394011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=1261052111895394011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1261052111895394011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/1261052111895394011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/till.html' title='Till'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-818082401192851488</id><published>2011-11-08T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:18:52.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll just light a candle'/><title type='text'>I'll Just Light a Candle</title><content type='html'>I'll just light a candle,'&lt;br /&gt;I'll just dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;erase all signs of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;only blue skies will shine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sing of blue birds,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just dance with you,&lt;br /&gt;over the hills and valleys,&lt;br /&gt;where fields of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;once grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just think of love,&lt;br /&gt;of holding you tight,&lt;br /&gt;embracing for ever,&lt;br /&gt;the joy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just climb the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just call out to you and&lt;br /&gt;when the day is over, I'll&lt;br /&gt;be there loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just&amp;nbsp;light&amp;nbsp;a candle,&lt;br /&gt;no suffering will there be,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;in your heart is where I'll be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-818082401192851488?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/818082401192851488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=818082401192851488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/818082401192851488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/818082401192851488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-just-light-candle.html' title='I&apos;ll Just Light a Candle'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-7360390133532575160</id><published>2011-11-05T02:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:14:17.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two souls'/><title type='text'>Two Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Miles and miles between them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;as the darkness overwhelms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;the hunger of two hearts that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;cross the barriers with morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;smiles. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;He longs to kiss her lips and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;pleasure each moment of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;day with the warmth of his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;love in the most amazing way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;She whispers in the darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and to the heavens she pleads,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;" to feel his love when she&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;awakens from her morning dream"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Troubled spirits, a turmoil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;for two, as the day brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;varied trials, where they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;know not what to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;He gave to her his friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;she returned it with a smile,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and a longing to close the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;gap of the distant time and miles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Several tears had fallen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as she questioned. "Who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;wrote the script of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;separated by the rivers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;mountains and &amp;nbsp;the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;above?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;He shares with her his energy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;his gift of giving life and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;accepted it so graciously,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;morning, noon and night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Every story has a beginning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;more than a chapter or two,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;but this story has no ending,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;as it is written in the sky of blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;She wiped away her tears, a strand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;of hair she brushed from her cheek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;as she once more closed her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and imagined just how wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;life could be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;No one can for see where the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;will take them and as you gaze unto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;the night sky and watch the stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;shining bright, a reflection can be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;seen, as they merge heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;in flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320471613565107" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;Many thoughts have entered my mind over the last few days. I quickly sifted &amp;nbsp;through allowing the negative to fall through while holding on to the positive. There are many experiences that surfaced which I truly did not have the full&amp;nbsp;capacity&amp;nbsp;at the time to understand. As time goes on and we are bluntly provided with a road trip tip down vulnerability lane. I looked around at the reminders of a full range of of accomplishments. Some on a personal note and others in the span of a more professional level. The question of "who am I ?" came to mind. It had to do with my daughter a lovely and attractive teenager in her junior year of high school. She has her share of friends and yet faces array of jealously factors. We discussed who she is. She said "I think people don't relate, I believe they think I am a little weird. " Then to the the event this pass&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;where she worked with me for the day. Many people coming up to her and saying " is this your daughter?, she is so lovely just like her mom" That always irritates her, she said " I look nothing like you mom!" I tried to explain to her,what people see is not always the obvious. It could be an action, a reaction, the way you smile, the way you move or the way you wear your heart on your sleeve. She in that so&amp;nbsp;obvious&amp;nbsp;teenage way, rolled her eyes and shook her head. Actually she is allot like me and in many ways it comes through. &amp;nbsp;From her emotions and her views of life and even in her abilities you can see the similarities of our personality. I remember discussing the same topic with my mother as she has done with me. It is not always easy to follow your heart and soul, but never the less it is rewarding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;The trials and&amp;nbsp;triumphs... I have made my share of mistakes. But I don't know being who I am if given the chance to do it over, would I have chose a different path. I feel as if I stand before the world as an unfinished puzzle. Each experience places another piece with the soul based puzzle. Do we know when the puzzle is complete ? My eyes swell as I try to hold back the tears. Many people believe you do, that you know when the journey enters a dead end road. I feel a chill, I try to shake it off. I don't whether it was from the cool air and lower temperatures or the travel down the path of experience that sent a quiver through my spine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;I reached for my &amp;nbsp;favorite peppermint tea, it had already chilled down to room temperature. The stories all started to merge together, like a collage in disarray. At this point none of it really seemed to matter. What was more important was, what road do I take now?, what choices do I make? what can I do different? There are many people who leave an impact on you. I feel as I am trying to pull it all together and make sense of it. Who am I? as my daughter would say " I think people think I am a little bit weird." But it all circles around to that which fell through the sifter. Do I toss the negativity away? do I bury it deep inside me? or do I use it as a lesson in life to guide me to a better place? &amp;nbsp;My eyes closed as I type, I take a deep breath and slowly exhaling, clear my mind and blow away the pain of my yesterdays. Replacing the darkness with the warmth of your love quickly brought a smile to my face. I laughed to myself as I thought yes we have risen above the darkness and are on the journey forward. In my luggage, I packed the happiness we have shared, the warmth and love and the magic that dreams provide us with. It is amazing what one can do with just a small amount of willingness. My desk piled high with papers, I could barely find my framed Choo Choo picture. I think I can! I know I can! a little bit of &amp;nbsp;Blood sweat and tears as I sing&amp;gt; " You've made me so very happy, I am so glad you came into my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-7360390133532575160?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7360390133532575160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=7360390133532575160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7360390133532575160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/7360390133532575160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-souls.html' title='Two Souls'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8403088887629147504</id><published>2011-11-03T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:30:58.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Triggers Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The rainbow keeps flashing before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;an arch of color from your heart to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Reminders of all that love can do, in a&lt;br /&gt;shower of happiness over me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retelling of a story,&lt;br /&gt;strengthens the tale,&lt;br /&gt;for once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;I fell beneath the spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the clouds a princess,&lt;br /&gt;soon to be a queen,&lt;br /&gt;from the heavens propelling&lt;br /&gt;to the arms of her king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the sun because it failed to shine nor the rage of the ocean with its midnight tide. It wasn't the blue bird as it said goodbye nor was it the stars in the blue, blue sky. Something happen that I can't explain, the darkness and the gloom began to fade.I felt like I was dancing on a ship at sea and there you were beside me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing anyone can do, to put out the flame that burns for you. The little bitty fire took to wind and that is where the story of love begins. My heart filled with hope, my soul overwhelmed with desire and here in the moment happiness quickly empowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snowflakes&lt;/b&gt; melting on my tongue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memories sweet of your love, &amp;nbsp;as I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance through each day with&amp;nbsp;you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is what I found, like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking hand in hand all through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;town, embracing under the blue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is awfully happy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rising above the calamity, as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share my life with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snowflakes melting on my tongue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memories sweet of your love, as I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance through each day with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sings&amp;gt;Kind actions, warm thoughts and my heart starts singing. Night skies, your eyes at my heart pinging. I don't know and I can't say but something happened special that day. Kind actions,warm thoughts and my heart started singing. Night skies, your eyes at my heart were pinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is smiling from the dreams of you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I dance on the clouds in the heavens blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8403088887629147504?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8403088887629147504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8403088887629147504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8403088887629147504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8403088887629147504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/triggers-happiness.html' title='Triggers Happiness'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-5850738943167124971</id><published>2011-11-02T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:09:24.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The days of love'/><title type='text'>The Days of Love</title><content type='html'>Built a bridge of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;that's what love can do,It&lt;br /&gt;stretches from me to&amp;nbsp; you&lt;br /&gt;bringing joy to the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close and closer each heart,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;beat, this part is not a dream,&lt;br /&gt;your heart is here with me,&lt;br /&gt;in everything I say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I figure that at one time or another we all have imagined a Utopia. The perfect world , free of disease, greed, pain, violence and hate. Wow! that is allot to ask for, eliminating a big part of the human DNA. In reality to have a Utopia everyone would have to be on the same page with the same thought process. There are so many ways to look at life and comprehend what it is that we are here to achieve. Take for instance the technology that I use at this moment to share in my thoughts. What are the affects on the ecological stance of creating a world dependent on technology. Is our hunger for more knowledge, our very own means to destruction? Can we safely balance nature and technology? So many questions so few answers. In many instances it is as if we remove a problem by creating another one. If life were all about working for the greater good, tt would eliminate much of the negativity in which our nation propels. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's view of a Utopia is different. Whether it is&amp;nbsp; religious, political, ecological&amp;nbsp; or simple economics the possibility of such a world is virtually impossible without altering the DNA for aggression, greed and selfishness. It's not as if going back to simpler times did not come with its own issues. Like the silly adage that "ignorance is bliss." Are we heading on the track that finds man in another galaxy or are we on the path of destruction? Even in the utmost small communities peoples thoughts and visions of life are different. That can be construed as a freedom, which would mean to create a Utopia would strips us of our freedom.The freedom to be a unique individual free with thought.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My idea of a Utopia is rather simple, happiness throughout life and a fulfillment of the journey.&amp;nbsp; The basic need to receive and give love. To view the people and the world around us as the treasures that they are. In my heart I believe I belong to the league of explorers. For in my Utopia we travel great distances to unite in love. The roads are paved with truth, happiness is abound and we dance eternally upon the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of my own vulnerability, I see the hopes and dreams that I have yet to experience.&amp;nbsp; Yet I rejoice, that I have touched a soul and felt the hand of love and when all is over and everything is said and done. I'll claim my place within the heavens reviewing the days of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-5850738943167124971?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5850738943167124971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=5850738943167124971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5850738943167124971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/5850738943167124971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/11/days-of-love.html' title='The Days of Love'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-6546580008287825950</id><published>2011-10-31T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:50:34.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know how many lives we have touched in our lifetime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you imagine how many lives we have touched we don't know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-6546580008287825950?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6546580008287825950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=6546580008287825950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6546580008287825950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/6546580008287825950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-8802158717421020020</id><published>2011-10-30T04:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:27:04.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October Snow'/><title type='text'>October Snow</title><content type='html'>I shouted "it's to early!"&amp;nbsp;as I woke up and looked out the window at the first glimpse of a winter wonderland. No matter what the calendar says, Mother nature has announced an early on set of winter. Life always brings to us a hint of the unexpected. I grabbed the shoes closest to me, my son's over sized boots and I headed for the door. There all around were signs that I was preparing to bring closure to the season of Autumn, my cactus potted, my sun chokes dug up and in a box and roots of various plants ready for storage. I quickly dragged the snow covered plants and boxes into the house. I am so not ready for the cold or the challenges that await me in the early days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from a dream I was in the house of a friend long gone. The images were so vivid and the conversation surreal, had one foot in reality and one in the world of dreams.It seems to be constant &amp;nbsp;little reminders of how short life really is.As I craved to be held and loved, The gateway to ease my soul is through the gates of love, he who walks through them chances to see eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer reaching out to he who walks away,&lt;br /&gt;I reached inside to a love given long a go today.&lt;br /&gt;The journey&amp;nbsp;unmistakable, I have walked this&lt;br /&gt;path before, but this one is a little different&lt;br /&gt;it touched at the center of my core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through all barriers, my head is held&lt;br /&gt;up&amp;nbsp;high as I hold to you my love and gaze unto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the blue of the sky. &amp;nbsp;I shiver as I acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;the distance hell create, but the warmth of your&lt;br /&gt;love our own heaven makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The devils response is always unexpected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lest we begin to think like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chill a reminder of my strengths and my weaknesses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The unknown is a very fearful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is always easiest when walking on a path in truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cries of the soul, never go unheard,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sometimes go unanswered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My faith is strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love everlasting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My electric blanket is calling,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a good day to pull it over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-8802158717421020020?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8802158717421020020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=8802158717421020020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8802158717421020020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/8802158717421020020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-snow.html' title='October Snow'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-215692626670132185</id><published>2011-10-28T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:14:15.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold tender yet tight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cradle gently'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as I leave with you darling sweet kisses good night.'/><title type='text'>Cradle gently, hold tender yet tight, as I leave with you darling sweet kisses good night.</title><content type='html'>Cradle gently,&lt;br /&gt;hold tender yet tight,&lt;br /&gt;as I leave with you darling&lt;br /&gt;sweet kisses good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No darkness&lt;br /&gt;nor shades of gray,&lt;br /&gt;the love between us,&lt;br /&gt;keeps us out of harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle gently,&lt;br /&gt;hold tender yet tight,&lt;br /&gt;as I leave with you darling&lt;br /&gt;sweet kisses good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm and loving,&lt;br /&gt;your heart to mine,&lt;br /&gt;a comfort and peace,&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle gently,&lt;br /&gt;hold tender yet tight,&lt;br /&gt;as I leave with you darling&lt;br /&gt;sweet kisses good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Touch brings compassion to life. Some people take for granted the gifts of the human soul. When I was a very &amp;nbsp;young child born into the most unusual set of circumstances I was able to sift through and retain all the positive traits that compassion, caring and the energy that can be felt through touch. We experience it for the first time when holding a new born , when comforting the ill and again throughout our lives when we share the inner part of our being. It is the gift of truth that reveals the power of love. As I hold tight my pillow, I allow my mind to travel and I indeed find myself safe within your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14014097-215692626670132185?l=pictorialprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/feeds/215692626670132185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14014097&amp;postID=215692626670132185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/215692626670132185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14014097/posts/default/215692626670132185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictorialprose.blogspot.com/2011/10/cradle-gently-hold-tender-yet-tight-as.html' title='Cradle gently, hold tender yet tight, as I leave with you darling sweet kisses good night.'/><author><name>Rachel C Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08179820532945457461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TFvR_edCCwk/SSTGNNTkhUI/AAAAAAAABp4/1qRtRAYTLgo/S220/31+autumn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14014097.post-2012805008752188655</id><published>2011-10-26T12:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:49:32.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissed your lips'/><title type='text'>Kissed Your Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have laughed and I have cried,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&
