Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 30, 2013

Only In A Dream





In the silence a song is sung,
in the night there is only love,
from my heart I give to you,
our very own cloud above.

I find myself thinking of you
and I swell with happiness
and sadness too. There is nothing
that I would rather do than
spend my life with you.


In the silence a song is sung,
in the night there is only love,
from my heart I give to you ,
our very own cloud above.

~
I stood atop the mountain,
I shouted out your name,
I walked along the ridge
knowing so much would
be gained.

Time try to rob us,
to steal from us the days,
but forever is not a promise
it is how our love is saved.






We can't go on rewriting yesterdays script,
there is no changing the choices we made.
I wiped a tear from my cheek and it left an
imprint of your love that never fades away.

I looked back on the mountains and
I  again looked ahead across the sea.
I closed my eyes an felt your love ,
as your love as become a part of me.

At first I thought it was of sadness,
a darkness that would never let me go.
But the love that lives on bestows
a gift of song that remains forever
and a day.

We can't go on rewriting yesterdays script,
there is no changing the choices we made.
I wipes a tear from my cheek and it left an
imprint of your love that never fades away.

1 comment:

Margie said...

Hi Rachel
You do have the most romantic heart!