Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, January 08, 2010

Hungry Hearts

It's not whispers of angels,
nor dreams of the mind,
the love I recieve from you,
is a gift I truly can't deny.

Exquisite and to my liking,
exciting the taste of desire,
to touch my heart and set
my soul on fire.

~
Sings >Hungry Hearts or some would say starving hearts,
gazing at the night stars, to feel the love.

Rivaling the odds, to hold you in my arms, kiss away
the darkness with the joy you bring.

Hungry hearts or some would say starving hearts,
gazing at the night stars, to feel the love.

Mountains high embraced by the blue sky,
disappear with time, by the love we share.

Hungry hearts or some would say starving hearts,
gazing at the night stars, to feel the love.

Dreams but a catalyst that the energy passes
to open the gates and allow me next to you.

~
When the seasons come together,
mountain snow and floral blooms,
the revelations a creation of my
eternal love for you.

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