Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Sweet Tenderness of Touch

In the flicker of the candle light ,
the shadows dance upon the wall,
in the dark our souls reflection,
the silhouette of love is what I saw.

The images cast revealed your
tender touch within me, the
gentle sweet magic which
brings me to my knees.

Powerful the moment, pleasing
to the mind, to place you in my
arms and break the barriers
placed by the hands of time.

Precious the warmth that exudes
the very soul, to kiss away the
darkness, like the rays of sun,
whose prisms of light uncoil.

Soothing to the spirit, a well
played out symphony, strikes
at the chords of the heart
in the most loving melody.

The snow covered mountains,
the trees dormant sleep,
and silence is everywhere
except in my dreams.

I heard your sweet voice,
it sang out to me, soothed
my heart and lulled my
soul to sleep peacefully.

Around and around I go,the flow of silk,
the music slow, the love to the wind blows
and there you are with me.


Margie said...

Happy New year to you Rachel.
So nice to be here again!

As always, your words are very beautiful!

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