Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, January 05, 2007

The Dance of My Dreams


Your there when I wake up and when I go to sleep,
dancing to angel whispers, on a cloud driven dream.

I curtsied with a giggle, you bowed with a smile and
every step from there on , closed the gap in the miles.

A little bit of soft shoe, oh! you have the right moves,
the feel of your embrace, was way overdue.

Your there when I wake up and when I go to sleep,
dancing to angel whispers, on a cloud driven dream.

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