Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Tasting Snowflakes


The mutual admiration of one spirit to another is that 

which empowers both heart and soul. 


~



Tasting snowflakes, spinning around and feeling free,
underneath the moonlight and caught up in a dream.
Silly am I as I dance to memories, imagining you in
my arms and waltzing as if it were spring.

One step closer and this is what you'll hear, your
heart beat next to mine like music to my ears.
The sound of music is a rhythmic revelry like
Congo drums playing a sweet lovers melody.

Darkness was all that could be found until I opened
up my heart and your love came shining down.
Like Daisy's blooming on a summer day, the
passion of your love blooms in this same way.

Tasting snowflakes, spinning around and feeling free,
underneath the moonlight and caught up in a dream.
Silly am I as I dance to memories, imagining you in
my arms and waltzing as if were spring.

~


I don't know how to tell you, I don' t know if there is a way, my heart is all shattered in  pieces of life's game. Troubled and weary, I don't know which way to go and I find I keep on stumbling just wanting to be loved so. I want the heart that will hold me tender in the night, I want the love that is mine and mine alone from the start. I want the dreams that will lead me to you, I want the courage that will tell me just what to do. I don't know how to tell you, I don't know if there is a way, my heart is all shattered in pieces of life's game. If there is away to mend this troubled heart of mine, I have not experienced it and neither has time. The road is uncleanly marked and so I find myself a stray, like a blind man following as the heart leads the way.

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