Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Winter Wonderland

The hills, the snow all formed with the ice,
to create a scene that to my heart delights.
Caught up in the moment, I drifted away,
waiting your loving kiss both night and day.

I once was lost and not to be found,
until I saw what the storm brought down.
It scattered crystals of white and touched
on the dreams that my heart could not fight.

I stood in amazement at what I could see, your
lips waiting mine and your arms holding me.
From the hills to the river, from river to sea,
I followed your love and relived the dream.


The hills, the snow all formed with the ice,
to create a scene that to my heart delights.
Caught up in the moment, I drifted away,
waiting your loving kiss both night and day.

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