Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, April 06, 2012

You Can't Rewrite the Wrongs


Sit beside me and listen close, 
to the crackle of sap and the 
snap in the air. The fire ablaze
as it warms the heart and your
 love embers which ignite the
soul like that of kinder to coal. 

If tears are for healing and 
your love is the float, I am
drifting to see in need of 
a boat. Weep no more as
I reach out to you and find
that you are reaching out too. 

Sit beside me and listen close,
to the crackle of sap and the
snap in the air. The fire ablaze
as it warms the heart and your
 love embers which ignite the
soul like that of kinder to coal.



I feel colder today 
than I had felt all winter.
~

Your kiss,
your arms, 
your love,
my dreams. 


You  can't change the yesterdays,
nor relive what time has taken away.
If I could rewrite the wrongs, I'd
cast you daily in my arms, while
we danced to the singing of our song.

You can't change the yesterdays,
nor relive what time has taken away.
Ya just have to let it all go and
let he love inside of us flow.


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