Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, November 28, 2011

Barefoot in the Snow

To dance in your arms,
and feel your heart beat,
to the song of love that
you sing to me.

To whisper of love on
the clouds high and embrace
your love in the blue of the

Barefoot in the snow, 
dancing on the clouds,
snowflakes on my tongue,
love within my heart and
the dreams of the soul. 

It is because I knew what I didn't have, 
that I now know what I do have. 
When despair is heavy and drapes the eve,
I think of your love and I am showered by spring. 

Love is unselfish...

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