Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

The Mountains

The Finest Weave

No more delicate a lace, then that woven from your soul,
breathtaking and refreshing, brocades a heart of gold.

Nurtured beauty, agitated from deep within, inlays the pearls
of love, intricately and without sin.

The rarest gems flung through out the world, could not
compare, with the beauty spun like a soft silken curl.

No limits set, on how for the emotions span, or the
distance I would go to simply hold your hand.

Twisted finery, molded into a filigree, creates a treasure
the best of you and me.



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The Mountains

When the mountains come between us and the river overflows,
open your heart to passion and allow the magic to grow.

No dance upon the cloud nor a common routine to bond,
with your eyes wide open, allow your soul to command.

Each step closer, explores beyond the distance and unlocking
the gateway, delights with quite the performance.

Transforming from mere mortal, standing firm I brace
as the sketch of silhouettes, outlined loves embrace.

The energy was triggered when the explosion
took to the sky and ricocheting to the heart lit
something from inside.

Trembling with the moment, I knew that I had
witnessed, the angels gift upon us, the day
love was thrust within us.

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