Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 29, 2013

My Heart Whispers Words of Love

A few weeks back I was watching a movie, when my daughter walked in and asked " what language is that movie in ?" I looked at her and said" what ?" She said " the movie what language is it ?" It never occurred to me that the movie wasn't in English as I automatically read the captions and was so into it that the difference in language never crossed my mind. It is a reminder that we see and hear what we want or do we? I have been quite overwhelmed these last few weeks and the weight has been overbearing. My mind has traveled once again through the many chapters of life. In this review, I sometimes ask myself " had my choices been different, would the outcome have been more favorable? Life is filled with risk , challenges, and yes heartache. There is no doubt something's might have remained the same, as childhood laid the path in which we begin our travels. The negativity that surrounds me chokes away my very breath.

Simplicity

To wake up in the morning
with your tender lips to mine,
to feel your arms around me
while losing track of time.

Replace the gray skies with
a subtle soft baby blue and
dance the dance of lovers
on the cloud meant for two.
~

Every tear drop has a story to tell,
some stories are like heaven and
a few were cast by hell.

My heart holds them all both
the good and bad and a few
made me happy and some
made me sad.

Every tear drop has a story to tell,
some stories are like heaven
and a few were cast by hell.

I stumbled on this journey
and occasionally I fell as
if my legs were wobbly
from some awful spell.

Every tear drop has a story to tell,
some stories are like heaven
and a few were cast by hell.


I was reading on the redwood trees and I was amazed that some of the trees lived for a thousand years. Ahhh I thought if only those trees could tell a story , what a story it would tell. So I put it on my list of things I want to see. So I decided to map events to travel across country.

I won't live a thousand years
like the California redwood trees,
and there is no guarantee how many
days we have left to breathe.

I will take each day as it appears to
me and the thank the Lord for each
night I have to dream.

I won't live a thousand years
like the California redwood trees,
and there is no guarantee how many
days we have left to breathe.

~
My heart whispers words of love,
from earth to the heavens above.
It speaks of the moment your
soul met mine and we became
eternally entwined.

My heart whispers words of love,
from earth to the heavens above.
It speaks of passion , happiness
and desire, from the moment
you set my soul on fire.

My heart whispers words of love
from earth to the heavens above.
There is no trace of sadness nor
sorrow in this tale, the words
of love were cast like a spell.


My heart whispers words of love,
from earth to the heavens above.
To the angels listening to those
who dare to care, the words of
love are here to be shared.



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