Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 18, 2011

Written from Memory

 If you sow the seeds of love, 
 only love will grow and bloom.

I bow my head to the heavens high,
rejoicing in happiness as the birds fly by.
Your love I hold so dear, as I whisper to
the angels of the love we both share.

I awake and your presence  is near, like the
sunshine in the morning your warmth is here.
Precious are you to me and that is why I
wake up with you in my dreams.

Sweet thoughts of you and I are cast like the
 stars all over the sky. For you are my morning
and night you're love in my heart that I'll hold
for the rest of my life.

I find that life has a struggle or two,
sometimes a mountain and a morning of dew.
There in the darkness a blessing comes through,
as I am comforted by our love in all that I do.

The courage to tell you, the peace that is found,
and the strength I feel when I am sometimes down.
I love you, I need you and I want you to know, that
know matter what happens, I'll always love you so.
I celebrate each and everyday, the celebration of
happiness and desire, the joy that was found when
you said hello and removed my life from gallows.

When I gaze unto the heavens each and every morn,
I thank the Lord that ours souls had been born.
I look at the splendor from earth to the heavens high
and I am grateful that you were sent to be here by my side.

The songbirds are singing, they seem to know our tune,
sweet melody of love from me to you.
The wind no longer blows and the suns is burning up the
sky and I'm here daydreaming of the love of you and I.

To some there may be silence,
and to others a storm, but for
me I hear love, that to me is the
norm, each beat of my heart a
song of love plays, the words
of passion to my life engraved.

It's a beautiful time of the year,
the flowers and fruits now share,
The treasures of a summer day,
when the mountains and valleys
are set on display.

The lilies are in bloom and the
clouds above are true, inviting you
to dance with me on the clouds
of my dreams.

If you turn the page, I'll tell you what you will read, the words of love written from memory. I first saw hope and a page filled with despair and as I read a little more happiness appeared. There were chapters on daydreams, love and romance and then I saw a chapter on taking a chance. There were a few paragraphs troubling to me , where sorrow surfaced through darkness and lashed out with debris.

If you turn the page, I'll tell you what you will read, the words of love written from memory. The words that made living worth while as I felt my heart touched it gave to me a smile. There were days of magic, dreams that made you mine, love that broke the barriers and are secured for all of time. The days are passing but this much is true what we share my love surpassed the skies of blue.

If you turn the page, I'll tell what you will read, the worlds of love written from memory. Like the joy within my heart and the peace within my soul and the magic of life that constantly unfolds. My heart the gate, my soul the mansion that awaits, the love of you my friend for that is our eternal fate. Every thought contains you, your the magic of life that makes my dreams come true.

If you turn the page, I'll tell you what you will read, the worlds of love written from memory. Trust and faith, the safety of your arms, the warmth of your embrace the sweetness of your charm. I do not seek wealth or the silliness of fame, for love is not an option or some awful game. There is no glory in living life alone and so again I open my heart and there is where our love grows.
The Mountain Stream

The water cool whispers your name and
so I beside it wondering about fate.
It led me from the valley, beyond the hills
and dells and places me in your arms
beneath your spell.

I sat underneath the branches of the American
Hornbeam,as it cast a little shade  fanning
gently over me. I couldn't move, nor words
could I speak, as the marshes kept the
secrets of all my dreams.

The stream rolled over the rock and stone
heading for the river where the glide meets
with the waters flow.Go on stream flow and
take with you my love and lead it to the one
I most certainly love.
I never liked white CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!!!

Life is about color, fields of green, meadows of
golden rod with shades of blue and pink.
I like the colors, like a rainbow in the sky,
I like the bright red that links your heart to mine.

The Treasures of Love

There are no guidelines, no measurements of any sort, but there are definitively ingredients that bonded our two hearts. The warmth of your compassion, the kindness that you bestowed and the love that continuously between us grows.

Silly Summer

I waited on summer to watch it fly on by,
I wanted to keep it close to hold on to those
blue, blue skies. But the seasons must all
come and go and this is where I hold your
hand and whisper I love you so.

The chicory is blooming in shades of pink
and blue, it outgrew the flower bed and
has taken over like my dreams of loving


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