Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 02, 2013

Memories of the Heart


I didn't write this chapter
nor did I write this book,
or I would have titled it
Sweet Passion with a
happy ending down
by the brook.

I would have placed
you in my arms,
walked with you each
day, if I were the
author of life I
would have turned back
the time of day.

I didn't write this chapter,
nor did I write this book,
or I would have title it
Sweet Passion and a
happy ending is
what I would have
cooked.

I would have wrote each
chapter on happiness above
and I'd erased all the sadness
replacing it with your special
love.

I didn't write this chapter
nor did I write this book,
or I would have titled it
Sweet Passion with a
happy ending down
by the brook.







I found myself day dreaming in the early morn,
as the memories of your sweetness anchored
deep within my core.

I smiled a little and a warmness came over
me as I sat there reviewed the memories
that may each day like spring.

I found myself daydreaming in the early morn,
as the memories of your sweetness anchored
deep within my core.

I could feel your loving as if you were next to me
and there was no signs of yesterday only what
should be.

I found myself daydreaming in the early morn
as the memories of your sweetness anchored
deep within my core.

I reached into the darkness and I pulled you
close to me , like the memories of yesterday
when you made love to me.

~
It is not possible
but I seem to try,
to walk around
in circles with my
closed eyes.

I don't wan to see the
sadness of life, I don't
want the darkness to
hover day and night.

I just want your sunshine
to brightly shine down on me,
to warm me with your love as I
conjure up another dream.
`
I needed to get away
run far and run fast,
I need your love and
 the joy of your laugh.

I left this world behind
as I journeyed to
another place and time.


~
MY HEART SPEAKS THE TRUTH .....
~

No heartache this morning ,no signs of despair,
for you are with me as each moment
through dreams are shared.




I escaped the moment,
as a dividing drape appeared,
blocking out the darkness
so only you and I are here.






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