Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 10, 2009

...where angels sing of love.

Side by side,
strong and tall,
reaches high,
hears the call.

Skies of blue,
trimmed in pink,
precious sentiment,
makes me think.
The more I share in your love,


the closer I am to the heavens.


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Sings> Love, love , love, day and night , your heart to mine is a bond wound tight. The joy of the moment, the pleasure of a day, when our souls dance in a child like way.

I heard the angels, the angels sing, they sang about the love of you and me. Recorded by the heart, stored in the soul, released to the heavens, to celebrate loves hold.

Love, love, love, day and night, your heart to mind is a bond wound tight. The joy of the moment, the pleasure of a day, when our souls dance in a child like way.

Finches in the orchard,tiger lilies in bloom, paint the hills in a golden hue. The sun has arrived,summer is finally here and I welcome you to dance in my arms dear.


2 comments:

Mark said...

Beautiful photos, very similar to the views where I live and loving and wonderful words!

Rachel C Miller said...

Thank You!!!