Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 15, 2011

Carefully Turns The Page


 We danced and we loved and  shared our souls in the dance in the kitchen with the song of love. You held me right there in your heart and at that moment I knew we would never part. Listen my sweet, listen my love, follow me to the heavens above. Dreams, we both partake and there on the clouds love we make.

Don't go waking me,
I like this dream,
where you are next to me
and all is at it should be.

I think I'll stay awhile,
enjoying your smile,
gazing into your eyes,
as your lips meet mine.

Don't go waking me,
I like this dream,
where you are next to me
and all is at it should be.

My heart is beating so ,
as if it doesn't know,
when I open my eyes,
 the darkness will not subside.

Don't go waking me,
I like this dream,
where you are next to me
and all is at it should be.

Eerie this moment in time,
I felt your hand in mine,
you pulled me oh so near,
your whisper of love I hear.

Don't go waking me,
I like this dream,
where you are next to me
and all is at it should be.

~
Time is the great educator and as you learn you see the world in a different view. 

~
Balancing the needs of the heart and soul baffles the mind,
as that which joins us separates us. 
~
Up before the sunrise, 
it is early in the morn,
the seasons quickly changing ,
I am afraid what it has in store. 

 Still the river, no breeze in the air,
blue skies above and clouds drifting near,
time snapped the moment and held it here,
 like a painting of the love we share. 
~
We cannot diminish the importance of the limits placed on time.
~

Like a flower that withers in the garden we to shall pass. 


I feel both happiness and sorrow...

Stumbling into the hands of fate, It was not of choice, but survival. 


Each breath is filled with a hello and goodbye. 



 I fulfill my fantasy, I sleep on my fur coat and dream of your love.



Like a circling rabbit each road takes you back.


Difficulty comes with trying to understand what is inside the mind of another... I can only tell you what is in my heart, my soul and on my mind.

It is not good to be frightened,... no alligators under my bed.

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