Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 04, 2009

The Dreams Are Ours

This window is not like any I've have ever seen,
where once stood bare trees stands your memory.
The sun masked behind the darkened clouds, sifts
on through the heavens to bring your love on down.

Hold my hand, take my heart, the dreams are ours
as the world awaits the love that you and I have
found.

I can feel the warmth of your wondrous embrace,
the happiness from my soul which my heart
gives thanks.


Hold my hand, take my heart, the dreams are ours,
as the world awaits the love that you and I have
found.

~

Let's put some music on,
sing a song, as you
dance along with me.

Let's start a dream,
allow the sun to beam,
and guide your soul to me.

Let's put some music on,
sing a song, as you
dance along with me.





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