Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Magic

We have made it to the end of January and though February is a few days shorter it has plenty of blustery cold days in store. I can feel the temperatures dropping and as I glance out the window I can see the hills in a blanket of white awaiting patiently the days of spring. The willow standing naked prematurely buds with little puffs of white catkins, which makes me think that I am a bit like the willow which is anxious for the lighter days and the warmer weather.




~
This is what I need and this is what I want,
take my hand and hold my heart, the days
of love now spun.
*
I have seen it in the morning, I felt it in the
night, the love that weaves its magic has
only just begun.
~
Together
I see in you great passion,
through my heart the dream,
together we're spectacular,
as we battle up the stream.
~
Your soul quickly responded
and the days of long now short,
as we confide in the moment,
and tackle what life has in store.

~


It is because I love that my heart
acknowledges my vulnerabilities.
~
The flowers chased the season,
except for winter it follows the snow
and as I brace for another day,
I ask " how much further can I go?"

Heart
Icy crystal waters, a stream that stop its flow
and as I gaze into the shadow a silhouette
displays a show.
The reflection a bit revealing, simplicity
just won't let go and as I glanced once more
it was my heart that felt like it would explode.
A periwinkle haunting and the sky seem
to convey,the message a bit daunting turned
tear drops into rain.
~
Tender Love
I cannot place a barrier around this soul of mine,
for I have needed such a love in the most
rapacious of way.
*
To kiss me good morning, to hold me at night
and when the blankets are turned down to
love me till the sun is shining bright.

1 comment:

Margie said...

Always love to read you beautiful words, Rachel.
Thank you!

Margie:)