Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Countless grains of sand


Lift me higher, set my soul free,
the child inside dances in the
summer time breeze.

Look at my heart, I give to you,
all my love sent from the hollow
direct to you.

Spin like a child, with youth and
glee and allow the magic to
create the most beautiful
of dreams.

Sing with the wren from her
house in the tree, sweet song
of love in the world beyond
make believe.

Reaching out, to hold your
hand, I felt your kindness
outnumber the countless
grains of sand.

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