Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
I dare not open up my eyes, for there in the darkness I see, the closeness of your spirit, with your body merging into one with me. Your love feeds the hunger of my most restless soul and as I continue the dream, I find my heart begging for more. The wind crisp and cool snaps letter by letter your name and the song bird in the beginning of migration sings of love upon his return. Lost in the moment I gaze upon the rolling hills and somehow there is no distance as my heart removes the shield. Magical like the woodland nymph who very few can see our love is everywhere but only viewed by those who dare to dream.
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