Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, October 18, 2010

Upon Closing My Eyes...

I find I can feel the magic of your love.

Spring like blossoms on the first of May,
a shower of memories in the heart remain.
Cast in dreams your love and mine in a
warm embrace that stands still time.

Taste the pleasure like honey sweet,
from soul to soul our lips tender meet.
Seasons passing and a new day awaits,
on the journey through love ruled by fate.


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There is no teacher to advance a soul,
what one discovers the heart unfolds.


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Love is not given as a gift,
 it is heaven inspired with dreams of fire. 
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When mountains turn to dust and a 
river bed lay dry...

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"To thine own self be true" and the truth leads me unto your arms. 
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