Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

My Heart is Open

I can hear the pounding of the river as it hits up against the rocks and the loons call that never seems to stop. I can see the sun rise as it crest the hills and the cascading wild roses with a scent that is sent to thrill. I can see the dreams that placed you in my arms and I can hear the music from the heart that continues to charm. ~

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Sings>My heart is open and there I find, the magic of love that makes you mine.The dreams that take me to you , the song of angels in the skies of blue.


I race to sleep each night, just so that I may get a glimpse of the sights, the silhouettes of you and I, the entwined embrace that rules the heavens high.


My heart is open and there I find, the magic of love that makes you mine. The dreams that take me to you, the song of angels
in the skies of  blue.


I hold my pillow and I think of you and with my eyes closed I let the dreams come through. We take the stars and set commands so each sparkle meets with loves demands.


My heart is open and there I find, the magic of love that makes you mine. The dreams that take me to you, the song of angels in the skies of blue.





River side,
you and I,
strolling by,
side by side.

Summer days,
clouded haze,
dreams of you,
that never fade.



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