Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Great Concerto

Blanket,
sunshine,
waves,
blue sky,
strong arms,
warm smile,
picnic

Kiss,
embrace,
happiness,
joy,
sharing,
laugh,
sing,
dreams.





Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. From my heart a love song, with highs and lows, to my spirit a tune that sings I'm never letting go.

Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. It all came together in a fashion rarely seen, from the heavens dance floor direct to you and me.

Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. Sounds of love fill the air as the magic of life brought you here.

Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. From the mountains to the blue sky, from the river to the shore, from the heart of the one I adore.

Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. Plucked a little happiness, strummed a little glee added a little melodyand gave your loe to me.

Here in the hollow is where I sent my soul to dream, where I heard the concerto as it played the strings on me. With rays of sunshine and morning drops of dew it all comes together in a song of I love you






Sweet sounds of the love bird at the break of dawn,
the dew dancing on jewel weed makes it sway to the song.

Accompanied by all life has to bring and there
in the sunlight is a view of my dreams.

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When the words won't come together and my heart tries to hard to see and the river stands still and I can feel each breath within me. When distance creates an ache and only memories prevail, it's the moment when love sends your soul to me.
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To fall asleep in your arms is glorious,
to wake in them is true magiBBc in the making.








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