Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, November 16, 2009

Memory

Sings>I’ve heard this song before,
I know the melody, it plays
to my heart from memory.

It took a river and wound it
through a dream and on the
other end you were waiting
there for me.

I’ve heard this song before,
I know the melody, it plays
to my heart from memory.

Touched my soul with the
kiss of eternity, the everlasting
love bound your love to me.

I’ve heard this song before,
I know the melody, it plays
to my heart from memory.

My heart skipped a beat,
as my feet left the ground
and I found myself dancing
with my love on the cloud.

I’ve heard this song before,
I know the melody, it plays
to my heart from memory.

~
The dreams are talking and
blue birds squawking, and
you're my everyday king.

Winds whispering and angels
singing and I'm your every
day queen.

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