Saturday, June 20, 2009

Sunday Scribbling: Vision


There was a vision he had once:
a grassy hill
me laying back in a white sundress
him resting his head on my stomach,
both of us facing upwards, eyes closed
hot sun pouring down,
blessing us.

Or was it a field of crimson and yellow
leaves sprinkled on grass,
me in jeans and a white t-shirt
resting my head on his thighs,
the late October sun
casting weak shadows?

We are steeped in shared memories,
long ago visions come true
more than we can count
and never enough,
cool mountains framing
our lives.

More scribblings on "vision" here at Sunday Scribblings.


Anonymous said...

Hello! :)

Lilibeth said...

This one I really liked...and I could see you there together, but it also evoked feelings I haven't thought for a long time...young lovers dreams do come true.

crochet lady said...

Ah, the paradox of "more than we can count and never enough." Great words.

quin browne said...

interesting how we each view the same thing from a different angle and approach...