Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Words of My Soul

Where dreams end and reality begins...the mountains high, as high as they can be, dare to block your love and keep you from me. The rain is falling, each drop puddles to the ground and as I peer into the water the reflection of my soul cries aloud.

I need you each morning and I want you each night, to place your kisses to my lips a sweet delight. The moment I wake up and open my eyes, I envision your soul right here next to mine. The rain is falling, each drop puddles to the ground and as I peer into the water the reflection of my soul cries out loud.
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I watched the summer sun as it set beyond the shore
and I fell into a dream of what love has in store.
Poweful the love which dominates the sea,
empowers the heavens to cast eternity.
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As if I was born to bathe in tears and bathe in tears have I,
from sorrows back an ache had formed and still yet I know not why.

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