Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 02, 2010


The music teased my spirit,
the dark to light the blame,
toying with my mind, the
heavens scripted your name.

Hauntingly becoming, I could
feel you next to me, your soul
to mine in my early morning

The want and need to hold
you, the happiness we share,
the meeting of our hearts,
we're inseparable my dear.