Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Good Nite!

I looked at the date and again at the time, it all passed so quickly, it boggled my mind. It was yesterday's memories, tomorrow's desire, which toyed with the moment creating a fire. Titillating, tempting, hot and empowered, surrounded by mountains, divided by hours.
When the curtains are drawn and the truth appears,
no doubt whose arms are holding me here.
Winter made and early visit, snow crystals were all that could be found. Until I gazed into the heavens and your love came falling down.
my love,
my friend,
my day
and my dreams.
Spoken by the heart, written by the soul,
one moment, one lifetime in eternity's fold.
Rain to snowflakes, river to sea,
sorrow to love, reality to a dream.
I raced to my pillow to close my eyes and dream
of your embrace both spirit and mind.
There are no tears between us... only love.

1 comment:

Mark said...

No tears, only love, as it should be!