Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, October 22, 2010

Lonely...this moment is special

My daughter at the time had to be around nine when she said to me " I am lonely" I said to her " how can you be lonely? I am here." She said" it is just a feeling I get." Before I took my test for my drivers license, we lived in a rather isolating atmosphere. I never really thought about the children, because I thought they had each other to play with. It reminded me of  the old adage " alone in a crowded room."   I think we are stitched with many threads some which is woven into the outer fabric which is relatively easy for people to see and touch. Inside we are woven of the truth of our existence and until we find that close bond that validates our truth, we waft listlessly with no direction.Our human needs include the desire to be understood,loved and to share in intimacy. It is not about meeting people for a person can have many friends and still feel lonely. It is almost as if the isolation creates a hunger for stimulation that can only be found through the interaction of kindred spirits. Our experiences  that are unique to each of us can bring us together or tear us apart. That is because each memory creates the platform in which we stand.

Intimate

Share my heart
embrace your soul,
loving you is my
eternal goal.

Affectionate,
whispers sweet,
from the moment
I felt complete.

Amorous desires,
hot and hotter like
a blazing fire.

Share my heart,
embrace your soul,
loving you is my
eternal goal.


This moment is special, 
for you and I, as I write 
the words that document
 time. 

The time you told me 
you love me true, from the time 
you whispered I dearly love you,

This moment is special, 
for you and I, as I write 
the words that document 
time.

The time you touched my 
heart, from the time you 
ignited the spark.

This moment is special, 
for you and I, as I write
the words that document 
time.

The time you first made me
laugh, from the time you 
made my heart beat fast.

This moment is special,
for you and I, as I write 
the words that document 
time.





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