Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Early in the Morning

You have reached a depth within my heart that I
didn't know was possible and brought a love to
my life that was once unimaginable.
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With your love there is no conquest
only the fulfillment that my soul embraces.

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How can one rejoice in such silence,
when the heart sings with such passion.


My grandfather had passed on long before I was born and though I had never met him the many stories I have heard of his love for music, especially the violin have lived on in many of his grand and great grandchildren. There was a mixture of music from our Uncle who played in many bands in the big band era, to my grandfathers love for the classical, to my mom who adored the Opera. But what I remember most was the music my sister would play, the unacceptable form of hand picking her violin. The style of music would bring joy and laughter to the moment as we would dance and sing as she turned the violin into an instrument for her own personal style of folk music. There is something about folk music as it always seems so very upbeat, the story telling, the earthy music and the dance that still to this day brings a joyful round of memories.
I find myself at times dancing about the rooms singing silly songs that I create with the moment. It allows me to hold close the fondest of memories. My sister passed away many years ago, I think she would be happy knowing all the good memories that we carry with us. Her love for life was felt through her song and seen in the sparkle of her eyes. The silliest of songs stay with you at times from teaching us the "I know a wheenie man who owns a wheenie stand", to the song about the train, that was rather simplistic. Her gift to sing could cradle you safely in the night and it brought such joy in the day. Oh we were sisters, she did love to tease, but all in all I have great simple memories that are expressed in all that I am and all that I do.

Picking that fiddle and singing that song > Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise, I wake from the dreams of you and I...

Early in the morning
before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. The rooster
starts a crowing, the blue bird sings his song
and I find I'm still dancing in my lovers arms.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. The dark
spell is broken as daylight we begin to see,
cresting over the hills to shine above the trees.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. I can feel
your love, which is now a part of me as it flows
like a raging river racing to meet the sea.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. Looking
forward to the moments I share with you, as
my heart knows just what love would do.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. Passion met
with desire, creates the wondrous hours,where your
soul and mine display the magic like a wild fire.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. My heart
indeed had spoken and my soul listened quite
well as we begin each day in a lovers tale.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. The dreams
where we are embracing suddenly disappeared, and
yet I felt your memory like a breath of summer air.

Early in the morning before the sun begins to rise,
I wake from the dreams of you and I. I go about
my day so very deep in thought of you and
wondering if it is me you are thinking of too.




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