Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I rolled on over and your image had appeared
with the smell of your cologne, I knew that were
near.

~
Barefoot in the sand, your hand locked in mine

and traveling through these visions, I felt the
grip close the gap of time.
~
Halt the tears of yesterday, release and set

them free for today you are my King and I
shall be your queen.


No comments: