Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Whispers Good Night

A winter day, a child at play and a song to be sung,
from the depth of my heart where you placed your love.

The morning doves have gone to sleep and the stars
take to the sky and the dreams so real tease the mind.

The wind blows, the trees dance and still there’s a calm
as I am drawn into the comfort of your loving arms.

I closed my eyes, opened my mind to find, your
love beside me through the whole night.

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