Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, April 01, 2007

You Taught My Heart To Sing

You took the song and gave it
meaning, not a mere memory,
you taught my heart to sing.

I dance up high on the hill, I listen
to the whispers that send a chill.

The master of love you hold the
skill, to bring my world to life.

I tried to close my eyes and to
my heart deny, what I feel inside.

I can’t help the music that we
create, dreamy and comforting
my soul relates.

I hear it day and night and I
dance to it when my souls in
flight.

You took the song and gave it
meaning, not a mere memory,
you taught my heart to sing.

4 comments:

Ph said...

Thank you about the bound, i shall put yours on "mood of philtre" too !
Friendly
Philippe

luci said...

again you remember

me...

something...

something lost??

Rachel C Miller said...

Era o emptiness, mim procura encontrar o fulfillment, não até I encontrado um com o mundo em torno de mim, teve-me realizou como perdido uma alma sou eu.

Rachel C Miller said...

Thank you!