Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Silk and Satin Dreams!

I tried to freeze each moment and hold the
frames of time, but you kept sending
sunshine to melt this heart of mine.
~~


Why

Why did ya go and make me love ya so?
Tamper with my heart and tie it up in a bow.

Why did ya go and make me dance and sing?
Tickle my heart and make my soul scream.

Why did ya go to such extremes, to paint
the hills with your memories.

Why did ya go and make me miss ya so ?
A hole so big, that a forest would grow.

Why did ya go and make me miss ya so?
Cause baby I'm missin you now!
I Do what I must!
I do what I must to be close to you,
as the swallowtail sucking on a
honeysuckle bloom.

Absolution divine, spins the heart
stirs the mind.

Temptation and a little tease,
excitable moments, when your
with me.

I do what I must to be close to you,
as the swallowtail sucking on a honey
suckle bloom.

So natural loves embrace, whimsical
and magical, the weave is laced.

Sweet kisses are such delight, strewn
though the stars and the moon at night.

I do what I must to be close to you,
as the swallowtail sucking on a honey
suckle bloom.
No time in our life do we absorb as much knowledge in such a quick period of time, as when we are children. It is at this time of our life that the groundwork for the future is being set.. Our beliefs mixed with hope and faith. surface through out our life to bring us through all the daily challenges. For me, life began at the age of ten, still a child and yet growing and understanding more about life then ever before. An implacable time, literally, one foot in childhood and the other leaping forward to adulthood. Awkward and yet we are examining our very place in the world. Our own self worth and acceptance. Always on the move, I was acknowledged repeatedly as the new girl in class. It made bonds of friendship even more important, or less important depending on howlong I stayed to grow roots. In many ways insecurity my very shadow and yet a insatiable
desire or a inner struggle for more.
~
Love is more..... I remember having a conversation with my mother, people don’t see like I do, I said, her response” God made someone for everyone, for every person born there is a partner”. Unfortunately I think we are imprisoned into small places of the mind,that we dare not allow ourselves to expand or explore beyond the backyard of our little world.
A squall of snow may blind the eyes of sight,
but even in a storm, the heart knows what feels right.


Singing> Whispers.......

Silk and satin dreams, places you next to me.
Soothing the heart and setting my soul free.

I can feel your love around me,
delicate your touch, surrounds me.

Silk and satin dreams, places you next to me,
Soothing the heart and setting my soul free.

I can feel your love around me,
delicate your touch surrounds me.

~~

The rush of excitement, came suddenly to a stop,
a powerful explosion , love, thrust wildly,
ignited hot.


The impact of the moment, a force of reckoning,
a mishmash of emotion, conjured up the
mountain of gleam.


Brief the stimuli, the taste of nectar sweet,
the meeting of our lips, the start of every dream.


Wakens me each morning, holds my hand through
the day and when the darkness begins to fall , there
is nothing left to explain.


~~

Stand tall, reach for the sky,
grey trunks with leafless branches,
cover mountains high.

Silence tries to play a silly game,
whispering magic, sounded out
your name.

Over the hills we run and play,
the child in us found a way.

Felt your arms hold me tight,
and love , love , love filled the
blue sky.

Tickling the sprit of my mind,
dance, dance, dance just you and
I.

Stand tall, reach for the sky
grey trunks, with leafless branches
cover mountains high.
~~~
Singing>

I never wanna get out of bed in the morning,
I don’t wanna end the dream. I’m walking
under the moonlit sandy beach and your
walking, right next to me.


I don’t wanna open my eyes, I don’t wanna
make you disappear. The embrace of
your love holding me tight, is
something I don’t wanna
share.


Some say they’ve caught me walking,
or dancing in the air. A little bit distant, in a
a far away land, I was given them
a blank stare.


I never wanna get out of bed in the morning,
I don’t wanna end the dream. I’m walking
under the moonlit sandy beach and your
walking, right next to me.

2 comments:

Hotel @nyware said...

What a beautiful site.

Rachel C Miller said...

Thank YOu