Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Monday, June 11, 2012
Window
Look on out my window,
follow my memories and
you will hear the laughter
cast from every dream.
I woke up with that feeling,
that you were by my side,
with the sweet memories of
yesterday filling my mind.
Surreal the images that
forever are mine, quite
frankly the warmth of
love is to my soul
entwined.
Look on out my window,
and see as I can see, the
beauty of the morning
belong to you and me.
~
Spell
It wasn't a dream,
no stories do I tell,
the words that I
write are cast
in a spell.
For all I feel
and all I know,
you are inside me
and our love continues
to grow.
It wasn't a dream,
no story do I tell,
the words that I
write are cast in
spell.
The night had a calm,
the morning spoke to me
and there in the dark,
was the love you gave
to me.
It wasn't a dream,
no story do I tell,
the words that I
write are cast in
spell.
Rolling on over,
my pillow close to
me as I hold my
blanket, I again
start to dream.
Feeling
I can't shake this feeling,
it has a hold on me and
when I close my eyes
you take hold of all
my dreams.
I quivered at the thought,
a chill came over me,
it was as if time was
simply haunting me.
~
Petals
Falling petals from the roses to the sea,
a drift I placed my kisses and my memories.
Powerful the waves that took me by surprise
as they washed up upon the shore like footprints
left by time.
Pleasure and passion led the way and like the
innocence of that first moment love grew like
the first day of spring. Heirloom roses, the
petals a treat embrace the love that is inside of
me.
Falling petals from the roses to the sea,
a drift I placed my kisses and my memories.
Powerful the waves that took me by surprise
as they washed up upon the shore like footprints
left by time.
~
Time Fades Away
I'd call it an ending,
I'd say it was a day,
leaving goodbyes
as time fades away.
I'd bury the sorrow,
I'd close the door
on tomorrow, if
only it would make
the pain go away.
I'd call it an ending,
I'd say it was a day,
leaving goodbyes
as time fades away.
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