Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Bobby Darin-More

More than the greatest love the world has known... It is so very quiet this morning. My mind is a drift, from days long gone to today. It is not like I am saying anything that hasn't already been said "life is short."

The fragrance sweet of roses,
the sun warm against my cheek,
the memories created and your
love that holds me as I sleep.

The magic in knowing how much
you mean to me, is cast down
from the heavens to touch me
through my dreams.

Stars in the night, dew in
the morn, a celebration of
life and with you who I
adore.

The fragrance sweet of roses,
the sun warm against my cheek,
the memories created and your
love that holds me as I sleep.


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