Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 05, 2008

...and they call it love

The silhouette cast upon the midnight sky,
brought to life an image from when our souls
first entwined.

The vision was miraculous and wonderous
indeed and it flowed like water from the
river meeting with the sea.

Sensual the moment, harp like the sound
which invited the angels of heaven to
embrace our love from high up in
the clouds.

We laughed and we giggled and we
danced till the sun came round and
in the morning horizon a glimpse of
love could still be found.

Reflected in the sunlight, spiraling
from heaven down, once where
two souls danced, a meld into
one now found.

Powerful the moment, magnificent
the love, which danced in the heavens
and now dances on the ground.

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