Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Tethered Dream



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It doesn't always turn out the 
way you had hoped...


I thought about the treasure
and it held no silver nor gold,
for it is the gems of happiness,
that the stories of life are told.
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The heart can't be so wrong as
to not identify the magic of love,
but it is through recognition that
heartache meets with sorrow.
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If I could rearrange the stars,
and string them across the sky,
I'd write the words of love to
bridge your gentle heart to mine.

If I could take the clouds and
pack them full of dreams, I'd
send them over the mountains,
to deliver my love by spring.

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... to be touched, to be held, to be loved,
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I don't see any alternatives.




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