Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, June 06, 2011

To climb a mountain, to swim a sea,
to jump a puddle, to make believe,
to live each moment , to hold on tight,
to embrace sweet love for the rest of my life.

To close my eyes , to feel your arms,
to rest at night and wake in the morn,
to dance in the heaven, to sing from the heart,
to walk through the dream and surface from the dark.

It is not what I see in your eyes,
 it is what you see in mine. 
We do not give and receive love, 
we just acknowledge it's existence.


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